The Open Space

The air is sweet today...washed clean by recent snow and rain.
White-capped mountains rejoice in the mist nourishing their peaks
Sandhills listen to musical notes carried on the wind.
Moments turn to minutes, turn to ineffable timelessness.

Loathe to leave the Lookout, 
The damp air, the brisk breeze render her bare fingers inarticulate......

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!