A description

Here, March, 2012.

It’s lunchtime.

It’s winter.

As I park my car on Mapleton Ave and start walking to work with my knife kit on my shoulder, I look up and see the deep but light blue sky.

I also see the trees and its branches, with no leaves and the great big and present mountains behind. They are distant, but also very close and Still.

I smell the crisp and fresh air.

The air feels cool and very soft as it enters my throat and then my chest. I feel open and very awake.

The sun is shining, a clear and shy shine that blends in this winter day. The trees, antique house-roofs, plants, little animals crawling on the ground and mountains in the distance seem to sparkle with so much clearness that is present in the air.

Not a speck of blur is seen or felt.

Clear.

Fresh.

Young.

Alive.  These are four words that describe this moment.

It feels as if there is a 5^th dimension trying to show itself.

I cannot see it with my limited eyes, but I can feel it.

There is.

I smile as I feel it.

It is.