The Sun rises.
It brings light
And warmth with it.
A violent thunderstorm
Heads on to the east
And a double rainbow
Forms where it used to be.
Eight buzzards catch an updraft
And soar effortlessly
Above the valley.
A young family piles into their car
And heads to town
For donuts.
The Herefords stop grazing.
They turn their butts into the wind,
Face the sun, and close their eyes
To soak in the warmth.
The slow, gentle rain stops.
Almost instantaneously,
The green of the meadow
Begins to glow.
A Tarahumara man sits down
And leans against a tree.
Then, he plays the violin he made.
The stoplight turns red
And the cars stop.
A mother Golden Eagle
Spends the day
Teaching her babies
To fly.
A salesman is late to an appointment.
He pulls off to the side of the road
And helps a stranger
Change their tire.
A crumbling old man talks to his cane.
A young woman
Sitting across from him answers.
An old dog crawls from under the porch
And sprawls out onto
The cool, refreshing dirt.
The drizzle stops,
The fog lifts,
And the clouds disappear.
And within a moment, blue skies erupt.
A kid stops, reaches down,
And picks up a nasty used Styrofoam cup.
She stuffs it into her back pocket
To throw away later.
And no one is watching.
Spring arrives in the mountains.
A snowdrift melts and
Is replaced by
A Calypso Orchid.
A volcano blows its lid.
Lava begins to pour out
And a new island is born.
A mountain climber reaches the top.
Before celebrating and relishing the view,
He turns and belays up the person 50 feet behind.
A dead Spruce tree
Falls and blocks a trail in the forest.
A new path begins.
The Sun sinks in the west.
Alpenglow briefly consumes the mountains.
The couple sits on their deck.
They ponder the horizon,
As a full moon rises over the hill.
Small, but integral parts
Of a beautiful day
That never ends.
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