Above, the maple sky held me captive no less than constellations aglitter on a winter night These varied, humbled shades of verdure and forest filtered the day star and cast patterns on my granite bed. A gentle rippling obscured each clearly defined edge and eliminated individuality. The summer burns the green into shades of gray until this lens and my blurred vision agree Maybe there lies the magic… or was it just that moment on that solitary rock?
Wanderings and Reflections