Mountain Twilight

The last golden glints of day give way to mountain twilight..

Darkening shadows sweep along the valley floor while the forest is slowly enveloped in a veil of sparkling mist.

Faint echoes of the birds evening song fades in the distance...

Underbrush rustles with unseen life as wild fur scampers to the shelter of Mother earth's soft woodland breast.

Wind spirits sigh above Grandfather mountain. Forest branches bend and bow in their presence.

A sudden gust breathes life into the dying embers of our fire..

Snap.. Crackle.. Hiss...Wood smoke curls through the cool evening air. The bronze glow of flickering flames warms our faces and dispels the darkness that spills though our cabin windows. We await eventide in silent anticipation as we watch our shadows take flight in an ancient dance around us.

A momentary hush falls over the valley, only to be broken by serenading crickets and the soft padding of little paws finding their way home across our roof.

Beating night wings seek their lofty perches as silent sentinels in the moonlight. They watch us as we raise our faces to the majesty of the starlit sky.

Thousands of brilliant points of light sparkle through the moon mist...

We stand in wonder, covered in a shimmering celestial blanket as we breathe in the richly scented alpine air.

Our hands entwine. Our hearts are open. Our minds are receptive in the peace that surrounds us...

Whispered wisdom is embraced by our receiving spirits. It is the voice of truth that is shared with all who SEE, to all who LISTEN... deep within the enchanting moments of mountain twilight.