On the way there , my eyes were riveted to the horizon, tracing a hundred fleeting shades of green:
Greenish-green;
yellowish-green;
brownish-green;
reddish-green;
pale greens and deep,
somber greens;
turquoise greens;
greens laced with white.
And endless other 'greens' for which my lexicon finds no name, save for: yet another beautiful green.
Conifers of such diverse forms and hues stood there, stirring a longing in me to embrace them all within my heart, and to nourish them from the waters of that lake—a lake cradled by a Saintly palm, tender and divine.
Ivy vines interlaced with tree branches and tiny yellow blossoms, while the air carried the faint, citric breath of a tree whose name eludes me.
You descend toward her as if approaching a first tryst: poised, yearning, yet trembling with the mystery of what awaits. She lies hidden there, in a valley that almost seals your heart with love and beckons your thoughts to ascend. Turquoise, lucid, and pure—like a rare, celestial gem.
Despite the overcast sky, inquisitive sunbeams found a crevice to peer through, gazing down at those gathered around the azure brilliance. Suddenly, the sun’s bounty graced us, embracing the water’s mist to etch a rainbow into our memories—memories already captivated by the enchantment of time and space. But here, there is neither time nor space; here and now, there is only... Me."