i don’t come as much as i used to……….but i come as often as i can

to gaze out and observe the valley and the river that runs through it…………..this mountain and this river have been major part of my life………where i learned to kiss the sky and bask in the splendor of it’s light……………

i am always amazed how new and fresh it seems though i have been here a thousand times………for it changes every minute with the seasons and the angle of the sun….

this mountain is the divider of what was gained and what was lost……….what was worked and labored for and what was undervalued and casually got tossed…………….

when i look around and see evidence how it has changed through time……..spirit comes and stands with me and says…….”you stood when you should have crawled……..you ran when you should have walked……..this mountain has been shaped and altered through time……..my son as well as you”………………………

wistful mountain