The light, yesterday afternoon, was awesome, clear, pure, perfect, no smog, no haze, just plain old basic Sunshine. I wasn't ready for it, but I noticed.
Early in the morning, when the otters swim the creek. and the sun is in the cypress, There's no more a soul may seek. Climbing higher, ever higher, Til the forest seems to flame. For a single fleeting instant The world is not the same
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