I walked

down to the end of the road.

It was so silent

all I could hear was one

lone duck calling,

something splashed in the water

and the sound of my own

feet crunching

the rocks against the

hard soil which makes

this road.

The wind was silent.

I looked up at the clouds

just little whispers

running across the

powder blue sky.

I turned around

and looked

at the mountains

framed by the

tall trees.

The sunset behind

ignited the tree tops

like fire,

gently illuminating the cotton clouds

held spellbound atop

the snow-covered stones.

It’s beautiful here.