Cathedral Lake 5/26/2013

I remember running feet and brisk mountain air, the smell of damp moss heady and sweet as the glint of clear, emerald streams flicker at the corners of my eyes. I remember those rising steps with rising breath as I climb the last few stretches of grey rock to stand tall above the breach...and see. See magnificence. See a heartbreaking beauty that sparkles with a deep, roaring blue as snow-drenched hills stand proud in the distance. Rich green trees dot the shore as far as the eye can glimpse and beyond that the promise of soaring peaks call to me, welcome me, dare me. This is adventure I see, this is beauty I find and my breath is stolen to dance with pure delight upon the shimmering waters before me.