spring symphony

The early afternoon breeze caresses my face, and with it; silence sweeps over the empty washes; which probably once held a raging river that carved out the mountains and hills. Patches of ivory green grass spot the land, I see colored leaves start to creep their way up to the top of barren weeds, ready to be a part of the emaculant spring symphony. The warm sun provides comfortable and soothing light, embedded in the sky with it are, the clouds, they dance around in the sky at a slow pace, gazing at the world as it’s audience. The mountains have a beauty all their own, they are the leaders of this wonderful symphony, touching the sky, and singing to the heavens. The grand finale doesn’t come until nighttime….but that’s the late night show.