Blue skies stretch, covering the whole of the world that at that moment contains only me.
Black mountains reach up, draped in snowy lace, brushing the sky like a lover’s lips.
Wide green plains roll, a velvety ocean grown still, rising and falling like breath.
Trees sway in a silky breeze, leaves preening, waving at those who pause to greet them.
Water flows, running fast or trickling, making music to accompany the bird song.
Stretched out on the velvet swell of ground, my vision draped in blue sky and dancing trees, black mountains embrace me and the land’s wet kisses saturate me where we touch.
The languid pulse of Montana infected me with awe and wonder because I took the time to breathe her in; we won’t be roommates, but rather occasional lovers, madly falling together each time we meet.
