Mountain Echoes

Shadows splinter unseen, an ice-storm grinds. It is summer and the rocky mountains are dreaming. Elk are calling; a deep throated rattle leading to a bawling screech. Mountain sheep clash horny heads together the sound travels miles. Now sunlight falls from the slopes while the peaks echo with rolling thunder claps that tremble the tops of the silver aspens. Nature booms and shudders, and inside all that raucous clamor such a deep, deep well of stillness.