Layers of fog tickle our skin warmed by the rising clear sun,
and our bodies are filled with vibrations of energy when our hiking feet touch the luscious earth.

Birds welcome our arrival and trees dance in a light dawning breeze that entice us to shimmy and twirl within a crowd heretofore unseen; surprised at our awareness and pleased with our gratitude.

Down into the embrace of sweet morning thoughts, opening our pores to the possibility of transposition and timelessness comes a wave of acceptance and a sign of approval.

We sit and watch the tumbling glitter of white froth and gray deepness in a movement that endures the reach of finality; breathing down the ***** and exhaling puffs of rain on the distant peaks.

We awake from our travel to the beginning while watching us pass by to the edge of nothing; jumping and laughing when we know that it is all one destination.

This moment, shared and complete is unknown and profound.

All from a place we do not have to leave from or look to or hear about. Our own…