Up Above
Cliff hadn’t done this for awhile but decided it was time. Long denim-ed legs climbed up in the park high enough for what he wanted to do. Above the city, he perched on a grassy knoll, purple and gold wild flowers nodding in the evening air. A soft grey rolling cloud bank stretched across the horizon hiding distant mountain peaks. Off to the west pink and gold threads gilded the far edges of the mist. Sitting high up watching such a peaceful scene, he felt as distant as the vanished snow covered mountain tops. Cool moist air mussed curly black hair that Cliff finger-combed from his face. Lone gulls traced the cliff edges waiting for ocean currents to carry them onward. Letting a great sigh escape into the cool air, Cliff rested in the silence above the city.
“……..you can listen to silence and learn from it.
It has a quality and dimension all it’s own.”
~ Chaim Potok, The Chosen
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