The View

As Jackie rounded the bend in the trail, she stopped suddenly short, her breath literally taken by the view.  The golden red trees growing below the highland trail framed a vista that looked upon eternity.  Between the upreached branches of the fall-splashed foliage she could see the impossibly deep greens of the firs in the valley.  But where the autumn leaves themselves where chaotically aligned, framing the scene without guiding the attention, the evergreens directed homage to the blue-white mass dominating the picture.  Rising from the bed of evergreens framed in fall she could feel the power of the mountain run down her spine like the touch of a lover.  The valley’s master also dominated the light-bathed sky, caressing it gently the way the view caressed Jackie’s soul and stole her breath.

Copyright © 2010 Denise Duggan