He drove out of the Fist. He wanted the flats, the bloom of
them.
The quiet and the space. He figured itwas a major shift in place that he
didn't want all that alone.
He wanted her with him. He was surprised by his own
sentiment when he stopped where they'd had their first kiss.
She stared out the
window, saying nothing.
Still silent, she reached out, touched her hand to his
beforeclimbing out.
She stood where the world was a carpet of color guarded by
the silver and blue peaks or the Tetons,gilded by the sun that sat low in the
west.
Pinks and blues, vibrant reds and purples, sunny yellows spiked and
spread among the soft green ofsage.
And where the flats blurred into marsh was
a dreamy green ribbon of cottonwood and willow.
Angels Fall
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Let it wash over me
I'm ready to lose my feet
Take me off to the place where one reveals life's mystery
Steady on down the line
Lose every sense of time
Day to day I'm blind to see
Take it all in and wake up that small part of me
And find how far to go
Matt Simons
Catch & Release