Into the Masterpiece

"You lose your grip,
and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece."

Sitting between Asheville and Mt. Pisgah. Clear, startling visibility, freezing, sitting cross-legged. Waiting, with REM in ears, for the sun... Golden ridge. Clouds are white smears against baby blue. Snow cold. Half Moon to my right, a saucer. Need more coffee...

There... it...comes... Glorious gold...

Fingers frozen on netbook, Got Jackson Browne strumming Cohen in my ears & sun a fireball, rising. Wake up! Wake up! 1,000 Kisses deep.

Back inside. Can't feel my fingers or nose. THAT was spectacular. Please wait for photo. Wish you all were with me on ridge to see first hand.
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Write by: RC - Sunday, March 7, 2010

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