coming up from Campsite A. I stop 3 times to rest. Sit. Look around. Look down
just this much. Evidence of so much. The rocks, millennium. Myriad fragments of plant people...stems, leaves, seeds. Small bits of these from seasons past. Seeds clustered and lined in crevices between the stones and rocks. Tree things
the arrangement of these "components" could not be more elegant. Beauty IS.
look up and the going is going. Searching for just the right place.
