Mittens and rock climbing?

Beautiful day in the neighborhood. Though the hood could not contain us. Sunshine required a celebration. A day to play in its radiant surroundings. Bright in our eyes and wonderful our smiles. Larrabee beach awaited. Exploring the carved sandstone with imagination and plastered excitement. Which routes to choose and dreaming of the far out. What splendid creation Puget sound waves create. Thick overhands and cracks by the plenty. The imagination and calmness of tree climbing in my youth. Though I was not timing myself this time around. Quiet and calculated-griping with numb fingers at times. Thus the mittens in between runs. The sense of exploration ahead of us. What lie around each outcropping of rocks was the anticipation-scouting with wide eyes. Energy spent and received from such magnificent naturally beauty. Quiet and sensuous harmony for all. Refreshed and smiling still.

G atticus

Formless

To drink the beams of the stars, let them pierce my body and flow out. Feet taking me high above the clouds, to mountain peaks touched only by the imagination. I wish to jump from the top and be caught by dreams. My soul trickling down with the rain. Big drops and small, they all land and bring life. Landing in the ocean, rippling outward to the seven seas. Swept up in the clouds only to land again in gentile fields. There I lay, face to the clouds. Soft zephyr dripping wheat down to brush my face. Tickling life back into life, for it was here all along. Here I see what the sun allows me to see, no interpretations, just love of life.

-G atticus