Lost Lake, somewhere in Colorado
The first time I hiked in the mountains, I needed a break, so I laid on my back in an alpine meadow next to a melting snow cap. I was struck by the closeness of the sky, how it rushed toward my bare face, how the silence buzzed in my ears, how I could almost grab a handful of cloud and lick it like a tuft of cotton candy, how the dripping water formed shimmering ribbons coaxed away by gravity, gathering volume and speed, toward life below.
(I stole this from myself. I wrote it as a comment on another blog. Is that breaking some blogger bylaw?)
Beautiful. I lived in Colorado for 3 years. I miss hiking.
Summer: You lucky you!
What a gorgeous photo and fabulous story! And no, you did NOT break any blogging rules!
Meleah: Whew!
I think stealing from yourself is perfectly acceptable.
However, I can’t get past that you laid on your back IN NATURE. That’s where the bugs are.
Suniverse: The bugs are few and far between at that altitude. One place I’ll never lay on my back is in the tropical rain forest.
Wow! Is that a real place? I want to step right into that photo. As for what you wrote, that’s just as beautiful. And I don’t think there are any rules in bloggyland.
Jayne: Indeed it is real. I want to step in, too.