The weekend began with the scenic drive on Highway 80, climbing up the mountains of the Sierra Nevada. The train speeding up the track next to the highway seemed to mimic my thoughts, my soul; take me higher, take me away. The little towns of Auburn, Penryn, Truckee; the area called Blue Canyon, ever higher as we moved up the mountain.
I flung the curtains of the room open to see what surprises might be on the other side of the window
The view straight ahead, and to the right spoke to the glory that only the Universe is capable of creating
I stood and watched dusk descend, and knew that the ever-changing scene would begin again tomorrow