There are moments when it all makes sense. The pondering stops and no words need (or can even be) uttered. There are seemingly no thoughts. yet they do exist. They just don't need clarified.
Because clarity has arrived for a fleeting moment. Perfectly understood in my soul, yet unexplainable with human speech...
A campfire and tent in early October.
The moon rising long before the sun setting.
Rainbow trout cooking, caught less than one thousand feet away.
One of maybe five people in a gigantic basin at 11k'.
I lift my eyes from my trance induced by the patterns the red hot coals make in the ashes.
And see that God's hand left me this on the easel tonight.....
For what more could I ask?