It’s like being on the sacred mountaintop –
outside my window untouched snow windswept silent
cloudless horizon clear still water mountain reflection
white paper before the pen or brush –
on the postcard rising above my desk.
It’s like being on the sacred mountaintop –
outside my window untouched snow windswept silent
cloudless horizon clear still water mountain reflection
white paper before the pen or brush –
on the postcard rising above my desk.