Shrouding the valley like a blue silk bed sheet pulled tight.
Silent rain; slipped the battlefield of lightning and thunder coming unannounced.Entering the lee of the seasons, we stand like children with our noses pressed to the glass waiting for permission.
A giant footrace with the sun, racing the green burning the ground into gold toward the finish line of cool Autumn nights as Winter's white bed is turned invitingly down.
I want to walk empty under a tall canopy of trees.
I want to close my eyes and smell the rain turning to snow among the pines.
I want to think in long uninterrupted lines that reach all the way down the foothills.
I want all summer in a day.