This rock 

This creek

Water flows here 

And I flow with the wind -

Listen the sounds of skiiers swish, the leaves. Swirling up in the wind when it carrys snow to remind us it has power we can not only feel in the cold that whisks across my face-

10 years ago- who would hvae know I would be where I am today- ha - I laugh cause I am nowhere

I am here

I am the same

Nothing is happening and nothing happened

Love

I am