The breeze rustling through the plum trees
Against the clear morning blue
Catches my breath
Suddenly I am in the mountains
Somewhere
It could be the Crestline of my youth
Or Dutch Flat where we spent many a summer day
With our little ones and extended family
Or the Tien Shan
Which we lived in the shadow of for so many years
It is the stillness
Interrupted by the playful breeze
It is the fresh morning air
And sun awakened scents
That bring this mountain peace to me
It connects with a longing for rest
The need to just be
To slow down
To enjoy unfolding beauty
Not to rush off
To the next thing on my list
© 2011 Julie Clark
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