The mountain view is great. Looking over bluffs to far away mountains. the clowds cover the sunrise and now the sunset. The sun, not wanting to give up, peaks trough the worn holes of the cottontail clowds.
I enjoy it, it lifts me up to a diferent place where reallity doesn’t get faded out by feelings.
I’ve lost close friends this year. My mom. Tim, another greenhouse guy now a different loss floods my heart. Loss of a colleague moving in to a different company.
It’s hard to get close to people. It’s a relationship type of life, it’s a preview of a best relationship we get to fall into. But here and now it’s as graspable as the distant mountain. You see it , call to it and can be lifted by it yet it is unknowable.
The morning mist sneaks up in the mountain oaks. Like my memory into the present reality. The oaks stand still as the sun engulfingly carreses the trunks of ageless standards. Cleansing and reviving the cloud descended and quickly retreats. It’s purifying affect finished. The new glow of the morning shines. As the sun breaks the spell a new relationship is Borne.
There will be a time when it is safe to get close.
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