After spending a day hiking in Henry Coe State Park, I could not fall asleep. When I closed my eyes that night, the hues of the day lingered in my mind. In my delight in their memory, I embraced the vivid images and relinquished a bit of rest.
Verdancy with blankets of purple and orange wildflowers. Azure with flashes and swirls of white butterflies. Clarity and fluidity gliding over rocks and soaking my feet.
I held on to these visions knowing that in a short while, spring’s color show will have disappeared. The rain will stop falling and the summer sun will suck the grasses, flowers and creeks dry. But images of the fleeting shades of revival will give me something to look forward to until the sky water colors the land again.
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