How sweet the meadows sing in late spring when days lengthen to day and half night with more in sight like birds cruising holding flight as light adorns in gold and bright white haze embracing all that is that was not made in awe and wonder pertaining to limitless love as all things limitless are love and not made.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers