I take no credit for the words below, they were written by my husband
Over the majestic snow-capped mountains came the warm glow of sunlight. A hazy fog rested upon the tree tops, resembling a smoke-filled bar room. Daylight has broken once
again, a promising sign that life will go on for another
day. The clean crisp air smells of damp pine, and I watch as the morning dew drips from the foliage of the emerald green and pointy pine needles. The sky has turned
from a mysty purple to a brilliant blue with white
fluffy clouds dangling on the horizon. The reality
of this beauty is phenomenal. A once quiet wilderness is awakening with life and the sounds of nature. Birds begin singing their morning hymms and woodpeckers beat an unknown rhythm
on the ancient trees. The chipmunks scurry along the dark brown forest floor hunting for today's meal, like anxious
women at a sidewalk sale, searching for that special
bargain. To the East, mountains of granite climb into the heavens creating a picturesque portrait, waiting for an unknown artist
or photographer to make them famous. They wait forever
patiently. Suddenly, an eight-point buck comes crashing through
the thorny underbrush, he stops in tracks and looks in my direction. The buck's deep, dark orbs pierce my soul as the creature concludes if I'm friend or foe. In an instant the
deer is gone, his white, wagging tail waving good bye as he leaps over a decomposed, moss-covered log and vanishes into the burly underbrush. A slight breeze from the Southwest
sends the air rustling through the tree branches and the smell of rain is in the air. The needles begin to dance like millions of
little antennas trying to interpret an alien message. Dark, threatening clouds creep in low over the forest
tree tops, similar to a mugger stalking his victim. A sharp, ear-splitting crack of thunder echoes off the surrounding
hillsides as an electric, white bolt of lightning
plunges to the ground. The charcoal-gray sky begins to unload a torrent of cold rain down upon the beautiful countryside, bathing it in life-giving water. In front of me I begin to see
static lines, like those of a television station which has gone off the air for the evening. Whithin seconds, everything I've seen has disappeared,
and nothing but inky darkness fills my eyes. Realizing that I'm relaxing in my reclining chair , startles me back to consciousness. Gingerly, reaching up with both hands, my finger's grasp this amazing technological breakthrough called
Virtual Reality Visors. My mind feels refreshingly relaxed until I realize that what I've just seen hasn't existed in over a decade. Saddened by the thought, I slump in my chair and begin to weep.
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