Time For You To Experience This!

Time For You To Experience This!

How can you use words for what you soul captures in a moment of time? Sometimes the flow of your pen across a blank page does not to be seem sufficient to persuade your memory of that moment in time. But on the other hand what is an image taken through the reflection of a lens but a mere flash of time or how do you record the breeze sweep across your face as it cools the burn of the sun. I guess with words you can bring your imagination and the imagination of others to life as you paint a picture across their soul as real as the wind you felt across your face the first time you were set a fire by the beauty of what you saw and felt.

What do you see?

Now imagine to yourself the scene that lays before my eyes as you sit back on the hard log that I now sit on and drift away in to the Lamar Valley. Do you feel every grain of warm sand as it passes through your toes as they leave a painting of their own. As you look off to the left you notice the rest of the log that you are sitting on and the fading of it’s color and the corrosion that has occurred. Feel the breeze across your face as you glance across the river and see the lush green grass that rolls across the valley and over the hill to where your eyes meet the blue of the horizon.  Let your ears follow the splash of the river on the banks as the water wanders down stream and turns into a roar in the distance. On your way back up the river your ears catch the squawk of the birds as they wait you departure. Back across the river the hillside is covered in darkness as the clouds pass over head and just as fast as the clouds came the trees are again alive with green and creating darkness of their own in their shadows. The valley to your left is alive with animals a bison crossing the river the water running from it’s side as it leaves the river, the pronghorn lazily lying in the grass. As you look closer you notice the grass is speckled with blooming wildflowers the further you look the more you see. Timber scatters the valley along the river from the spring runoff looking further you see the distant Beartooth mountain range, still covered in snow, raise right up out of the valley. Then the race of cars brings you back to your now comfortable log and you put on your shoes get up and walk back to your car as you legs wobble as they start to wake up.