In Wyoming

Meditation on Leigh Lake -- 6/30/17

How spectacular how grand to be able to float here, alone save for the water the wind and the birds

To be in the presence of these mountains so old and grand

I am reminded of how everything is relative: my size, my sound, me

The lake seems all knowing and endless

I grow somber at the thought that this moment, like all moments, are ephemeral

I hope to capture in my words the inexplicable beauty and majesty of this place

I think that I could spend eons here

I want to keep this place and this peace

How large the lake, how large the mountains the forest and how infinite the sky; this place makes the city and my past life seem unreal, when everything here is so bright and clean and vibrant and now

Everything is still

The sun the bottomless lake the mountains the wind breathing so gently so as not to disturb the stillness

Evening On West Thumb, Yellowstone Lake -- 7/2/17

Everything is pale and calm and quiet

The clouds are the water look soft

The mountains are blurred in the distance through the woodfire smoke

The lake reflects the sky and the sky the lake in an endless cycle

Back and forth and back and forth until the skyline melts into mountain into cloud into gray

Everything is pink and pale purple and blue-gray and white all blended together like cotton

Colors blended perfectly in the sky like a breath

Colors refracting in shards in the lake’s gentle surface as though God forgot to blend the colors together and instead left them smeared cleanly together

As an afterthought

Everything is endless and infinite and soft