The rain poured the night we made the trip. Our lights lit the road before us exposing rocks, which had waited patiently for ages to make a move, finally permitted by the rain to tumble over the hill and now sit silently on a dark patch of wet tar. The gasoline engine struggled to carry its weight up the winding canyon road and once atop, the brakes felt feeble.
Over the edge sat a void filled with silence but empty. The headlights called out, wandering for an answer, along every corner and under every stone. The light was left to linger along the edge with nothing to see but its own end.
Clouds melted into mist by morning
The light broke and washed away the night before it. A glow flooded her eyes and mirrored the clouds which sailed like waves in an open sea. A water droplet clung to a leaf, others clung to branches and they slid along the blades of grass, magnifying the beauty of every independent thing that greeted us this morning.