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| Let the Light Shine. |
I woke up Saturday morning about 7:30, stretched a little and chortled, 'My, a 12-8 lead feels mighty good considering it's the last day." Judy promptly skunked me twice, tying the score, which wrinkled my brow, and forced me into a show of good sportsmanship. To soothe my chagrin, I called a timeout (During which time we drove to the Canyon Lands). Upon our return, we feasted on left over TimChee soup, and decided to alter our normal rule of the last loser deals first if it is the same day. We cut; I dealt. Sadly, for Judy, my momentum changing tactic worked. She fell just short and had to leave Utah feeling once again like Moses stranded outside the promised land. I soothed her feelings by buying her a smoothie at the park coffee shop. We held hands on the veranda of the visitor center and enjoyed a long look at the mountains and canyons. We marveled at our good fortune in this game we call life, and felt thankful for each other and our opportunities. Just before sunset, we walked to the last vista we had to visit. We arrived at the edge with the orange light, bathed ourselves in it, and trekked back in the startlingly cool purple twilight. On the trail people often ask, "Was the hike worth it?" Yes! Yes! i answer as emphatically as Meg Ryan in the diner scene during the movie, When Harry met Sally. See for yourself because here life is most certainly good, especially today.
in minutes the light changed from orange to soft purple.
It's eerie standing so close to a potentially sudden death.
Maybe that's why the craggily trees grip the rock with such tenacity.
Gloriously gnarly.
Is life mere agony?
Is it twisted perversion?
Or is it a grand triumph over hardship?
Maybe it's years of patient change?
Or perhaps the satisfied stillness of surviving another day?
The day dissolves.
Silhouettes remain. Memories dim. Cameras barely catch a thing.
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