Reaching For Peaks

The ponderous fog lifted early, now the widening bounteous blue makes its presence known, my feet stay on the ground, but my eyes climb an upward journey passing slowly in review and as big as passion itself. I'm gently carried to another height, a caressing contentment and quiet period where the depths of inspiration seem limitless among the sculptural mountains that slope near, then irregularly lift and fall, and beyond every heightening, a new heightening waits. Resting on the mountaintops, one huge cloud with scalloped edges of mighty morning shine, and lingering high above are the smoldering sunbeams, therefore, ranks of gold in scattered grandeur are put on view wherever it falls. A wandering river coursing unhindered, alongside, verdant fern that's spread out like green lace, but also sated pines in their stateliness of movement. Reaching for mountain peaks so that serenity stretches out its sensors to relieve any inner restlessness or turbulence while steadying my hurried pace.