It was sitting on a dock on a clear day in January in South Tahoe. It was perfectly silent, wonderfully grey, 50 degree day that you get right before a storm rolls in.
We got Starbucks and ate brownies of the most heady variety. Gifted, wonderfully chocolatey decandent dank goodness. We munched on them on the short drive to the dock. Nestled amongst the mountain, white and seeming so small. There was a vastness to the indescribable blue of the glass smooth water, lapping softly on the wood. There was greyish old snow on the ground, slowly melting, running over the rocks into the water.
We sat there for hours. Taking it all in. In silence, drinking our coffees and thoughts racing, perfect calm.
Finally the pulsating waves grew further apart.
&there was a second I grasped it all - understood everything.
heres to the chance to discover it all again