From mile high eminence I view the surrounding countryside through a milky watered haze. Mountains stretch to infinity, one piled on another. There is surreal beauty in everything I see. Behold with astonishment creation's splendid wonder, a stage for raw emotions. To Go Wind blows, leaves fall, chevron of geese look for a pond.
Crops are ready for the harvest, wheat is offered in libation.
Geese are ready to fly southward, off they go in their formation. Top Secret Sanctuary I took a trail I'd never taken before, a journey anticipating the unknown. A sweet invitation to excite my senses. An aged forest of oak, under their canopy of dark leaves, formed a secret sanctuary. Birds trailed slashes of color across the landscape.