As I move further up into the mountains, green closes in on all sides.  Living walls that both close in to give comfort to the body and open the mind.  Senses sharpen, I see the great redwoods in all their wonder.  Mountain misery the only perfume of these great giants.  The sun is no longer harsh but more of a loving glow.  Radiant beams sometimes piercing through the top of the green like a spear of light.  The crisp air a luxury for someone used to sea level.

Living ancient church.
Chapel walls stand never empty.
Praying to the sky.

Soon I see my new resting place.  A deep red cabin.  More of a home than home.  Picture perfect on the inside.  Like a children’s story where dreams become reality.  A glass wall looks out back on the wide world raised twenty feet from the dirt below.  I calm, transfixed by the movement of the trees with the sky.  I could enjoy the view for years without losing awe.

A crystal picture.
In front of a perfect blue.
Soothes an aching heart.