so, with pen in hand, i say to you, life: i am ready! throw at me what you will!

cottonwood floats against clear blue sky. july snow flurries. minus the crisp stillness in the air and that smell. the scent of silence and moon on crystal covered ground. but the downy shower calls my attention up. cotton candy clouds hover over golden crests of mountains. the warm sun slips behind the peaks releasing the cool shadows from the earth. my legs propel me forward on the trail. the valley floor echos with the rushing creek and bedding birds. the fresh pine fills my labored lungs. il est neuf heure moins le quart. bon nuit.