storm clouds broken open by the sun yellow yolks shot thru with light

  cloud blanket pierced over here over there

  jagged black sharp rock slicing soft white pink clouds

  it is so fun to captain a mountain and see the nearest star smile and wink a last good night to you in the sky water mirror

  radio silent not moving then suddenly voices

  a match strike, flash, pop blue flame hisses

  " buk…buk….buk " moving rocks pecking ptarmigan

    wind, fog, cold not seeing, not knowing day night

    Ross Mule motors far below flies buzz long slow day

    pair of osprey flirting way above the lake over and over loops of romance shrieks of joy