As I stood in the midst of the setting sun
one with the bare rippling trees and tall shrubs
all of us shivering from the harsh wind
and shrinking in the sublimity of the golden sky and tumbling waters
As I stood lightly atop the towering slab of dolostone rock and iberville shale
I felt as if nothing was real but the wooshing of the wind past my bare ears
and the rough and cool stone against my numbed finger tips
I stared at the glaring sun and my stare became shakey and my eyes became soft. I grew lost in the beckoning light leading me farther and farther from my shoes that stayed nailed to the ground as my feet joined with the darkening clouds so far and warm