The Gorge

I wish you could see what I see.

I am in a dream.

What comes to my eyes cannot be real.

It's too beautiful.

It's too perfect.

How am I so fortunate?

Dark, cold, fog contrasting the brilliance of sparkling waters and shining light.

The fires that scorched the land are almost forgotten under the growth of new moss and timber in magnificent emerald splendor.

Jagged black rock juts above the foliage, fading into the unseen amidst the high-fog and charcoal clouds.

Capped with stunning white frost, and etched by frigid water falls, monolithic mountains insulate the river.

I am in the heavenly version of what others trudge through.

As if I've ascended this life.

I am in bliss, where others may find troubles.