With regard to my energy:
I'd liken it to the cool and warming air in
the mornings of early summer, to the
nourishing mists over dew-covered grassy meadows, and to
the rising sun on the horizon where joy comes.
There are mountains there, too...titans of
old, who, rest in the eternal cool and dark
of earthen stone. Magnificent and
overtaken they are by the lasting peace
and green that is called nature and life
and home. Yes, the beauty of their end is
transformation, then into something new
and useful and good.
