In front of me, the clouds move to meet the mountains - the stoney red and cool mossy green pockets of dense earth; compacted together over millions of years - since earth was an infant; born of the universes starry womb.
As the clouds embrace the cliffs, the baby blue sky opens and closes its eager mouth - like a robin chick, hungry, hungry, hungry.
The eye of the sun stares out of the sky's undulating body - intense one moment; in overpowering passion and determination - the next minute; cold and mute and denying.
The Earth below takes a deep breath in
and out.
Life Giving.
Torture.
For the passing moment - praising with wide arms for the glimpse of forgiveness that is only fleeting and we are all only kidding ourselves.
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