As I woke to witness nautical dawn, heaven’s fire had bathed the world in blue. A choir of creatures with a different timbre than the ones from home were set among the timbers stretching out over the valley and Clingman’s Dome.
The viscous air enveloping everything here is like maple finding its way into every wave of oxygen. All of it opposite from the crisp bite of the dry pine atmosphere back home.
As I stood in the dispersed dim light an aural accompaniment began in orchestration with the toads. Birds came in like piccolos scattered to the wind. All played like professionals, pronouncing each note with vibratos. The clouds conducted each chorus as accents of insects joined in another morning symphony.
The world is never quiet yet today’s performance went peacefully.
Perpetual petition has been for ages your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven, but rarely, if ever, have I considered what the air would taste like as heaven kissed earth. Though more frequent than a sunrise, how foreign yet familiar it has been to feel heaven descend across this continent.
Until next week,
-Steven
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Lovely descriptive way to capture your surroundings, Steven. Thanks for the short transport into that moment.
Awesome bunch there. And great writing, as always.