The Turning Point

Silence and airy chill; yet the beauty lay in that feeling of noiseless wonder. Some traffic passed by, people on their way elsewhere, hoping to catch a glimpse of another painted dream beyond the mountain--the world of Prince William Sound. They moved by and vanished. I wondered how this frame of nature had escaped their minds-- Earthen tones and delicate blues in sharp relief.

I wandered on the overlook, gazing at the fine shale beach and budding shrubbery, and circling my eyes around the lake and icy hills until I had fed the images into a whole. It was more a feeling on where to see that instance of light and morning mood. Reflections appeared on the open surfaces, blending in with the floating ice and melting sheets. And within this morning mirror the darks collided with the growing light. Here was a cusp of change, when like a tide has not yet turned too much. Here was the transition point between Winter and Summer. I would have to wait again until next year to see this once again.