With the horizon awaiting, I hear, “Come and see.” 
Remember, you are never alone. 
Stop, see and receive…the beauty you are standing with. 
For being so bashful, you have the voice that can stop the heart. 
The horizon continues to rise before me. 
The creativity of the sun and snow. 
The path continues to rise even higher. 
Remembering to take in the views along the way, can refuel the soul for a rising journey. 
More rising, more sky, more awe. 
Some neighbors seek other pastures. 
Another day… 
Today, beauty awaits. 
“Welcome. Come and be, with Me,” was the invitation. And Yes, I did. 
With a settling heart, my eyes are drawn to the quiet, yet bold, “HELLO!” 
It is impossible to take it ALL in. So, I receive what my soul needs and my cup overflows. 
With the clouds rolling in and my soul full, it is time to return. 
I glimpse into the past and promised gift of another time. 
My legs said, “Not this time. Next time…DRIVE!” 
Same road back, with tiring body and renewed spirit. 
Another, beautiful new friend. 
With the color of new life peeking up along the way… 
…The variety of life is nothing short of divine. 
Along with the new, the seemingly “ancient” adorns the neighborhood with grand and resilient beauty. 
With all this beauty, even if the body is down right TUCKERED, my spirit soars.