the silence that surrounds me grows wider and deeper. I'm walking inside a treasure that you would treasure. More than a national park, more than another colorful geological feature in Utah. I am wrapped within a blessing; engaged, enthralled, entranced. Wanting to hold on to this feeling. Needing to share this blessing.
A life, unlike our own, lifts with wings above the dusk. Gray upon gray, as evening yields with a sigh from diminishing winds. Heron lifts with wings above the dusk; finds a firm branch to spend the night. A life, high enough for dreams to be lifted.