The sky was clear before dawn under a star-studded canopy,
Orion shining so bright overhead
you could almost touch the sword hanging from his belt.
As cool air settled in,
the lake, still warm from the sun,
put on a new robe...
reflected sky and fog and grass...
soothed the memory of the harsh summer.
Trees vanished in the mist,
then reappeared like the spare brush strokes of a Japanese ink painting.
On the hilltop, the early light streamed through the trees,
transforming the woods into a place of wonder...
and worship.
and worship.
