mecca

The glorious, post groundhog's day sun was fixing to set over back of a very special mountain, one whose skirts have been inhabited by mountain folk for centuries and whose coves are visited by bear hunters, but who still harbors bits of precious wildness. The sun cascaded fingers of light over this sweet valley of hot springs and over the constant yet ever changing river, and the trees in the valley complimented the sun's effort with a perfect paradox of long, fingery shadows which graced the shining river. The mountain sat, as it always does, offering itself as a canvas for displays of both light and shadow in the sinking sun. River valley mountain. A perfect balance.