We walked in the big trees.
All Saturdays should be like this. Saturn's Day. Turn it vibrate it wheel it on that heaven so far beyond the pale glow of Terra's biolumiescense.
The creek is so low, and the woods so parched and dry. I worry about this summer. It felt like June, except the water was too cold for swimming, but I was tempted to peel all the sweaty clothes from by body and dive into the peridot-green pool we found today, three miles past last summer's big fire.
Big ju-ju yews lined the banks and we walked humbly. Native Americans considered them to be big medicine. Pacific yews are rare; until today I could count on my fingers the yews we've seen. They are somber dark forboding trees, not large, but ceturies-old, they have twice the presence of any ash or maple. They do not seem like benevolent trees, but like territorial watchers, with branches hanging low and nothing except trillium and wild grapes grow beneath them. We walked softly beneath their ancient moss-laden dark branches. They make the air still. I counted seven on our side of the stream.
As we walked along, the creek changed from green babble to deep churn to red roll to white froth, and the bank's trail climbed, so we were not near the water's edge, but we could see it down through the branches.
We came to many fallen trees, including one that had rocked over in a wind storm and ripped a huge chunk of earth vertical. The roots and earth, the rocks from under the roots, stood twenty feet tall. The fir that toppled, ripping the branches from other trees as it fell, roaring as it fell, lay across the path and halfway across the rocky burbling water. I believe, when the wind caught that treetop, by chance or hubris, it did indeed make a sound. I could not deny its existence.
The difference between blood, which flushes our mammilian reptilian aviarian amphibian bodies pink, and between chlorophyl, which flushes those ferns and trees and vegetables green, is one, one, atom's difference.
One.
A hundred thirty-six atoms of carefully arranged hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, and nitrogen placed around one single cell of either iron or magnesium. That is all.
The sun's light pleases us, every one. You do not need to explain to me creation.
All Saturdays should be like this. Saturn's Day. Turn it vibrate it wheel it on that heaven so far beyond the pale glow of Terra's biolumiescense.
The creek is so low, and the woods so parched and dry. I worry about this summer. It felt like June, except the water was too cold for swimming, but I was tempted to peel all the sweaty clothes from by body and dive into the peridot-green pool we found today, three miles past last summer's big fire.
Big ju-ju yews lined the banks and we walked humbly. Native Americans considered them to be big medicine. Pacific yews are rare; until today I could count on my fingers the yews we've seen. They are somber dark forboding trees, not large, but ceturies-old, they have twice the presence of any ash or maple. They do not seem like benevolent trees, but like territorial watchers, with branches hanging low and nothing except trillium and wild grapes grow beneath them. We walked softly beneath their ancient moss-laden dark branches. They make the air still. I counted seven on our side of the stream.
As we walked along, the creek changed from green babble to deep churn to red roll to white froth, and the bank's trail climbed, so we were not near the water's edge, but we could see it down through the branches.
We came to many fallen trees, including one that had rocked over in a wind storm and ripped a huge chunk of earth vertical. The roots and earth, the rocks from under the roots, stood twenty feet tall. The fir that toppled, ripping the branches from other trees as it fell, roaring as it fell, lay across the path and halfway across the rocky burbling water. I believe, when the wind caught that treetop, by chance or hubris, it did indeed make a sound. I could not deny its existence.
The difference between blood, which flushes our mammilian reptilian aviarian amphibian bodies pink, and between chlorophyl, which flushes those ferns and trees and vegetables green, is one, one, atom's difference.
One.
A hundred thirty-six atoms of carefully arranged hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, and nitrogen placed around one single cell of either iron or magnesium. That is all.
The sun's light pleases us, every one. You do not need to explain to me creation.
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