August odyssey

I would like to tell you of a place far away. Where the days grow old from the sun's glow and a fiery sky tries to push it away while the moon clings to the hope that this might be the time when its face will finally light up a dark filled night. And as the sun struggles to hold on to the edge of that purple sky, a lonely cloud covers it up wiping away its hold on the arctic tundra's summer. This far away place is at the day when for the first time in months the sun has lost its power and for a few minutes that faded moon is now alone plastered on that evening sky. However, just as that cloud passes away from the western sky, another cloud rises in the eastern sky, hiding a growing glow. Few minutes of solitude is all for the moon. And the sun shines again!

As the clouds close in on each other bundling together and sewing a carpet of grey fluff across the sky, a small drop of rain finds its way down towards a forest of tall pine falling to a certain end in an uncertain place. And just as that drop of water is about to enter the endless story of the mountain forest, it splatters in a most unexpected ending on a most unusual of sights. But no sooner does the sound of that doomed raindrop fade into the past that another drop takes its place, followed by another, and another, and so what started as a splatter of water turns into the familiar and melodious song of rain. And this symphony of water is accompanied by the harmonious rhythm of the valley below where a raging glacier river hurries its way down the mountain as if trying to escape its past and oblivious to where its future will take it. And that most unusual of sights? It is only the tent in which I rest my head and with closed eyes I fall asleep to God's amazing choreography of nature's most beautiful symphony...all in the while...hoping that a hurried river can take my good night and bring it to your ear.