The Canyon under Snow

I went again to that familiar place and found it changed beyond my reckoning.  The form was present, as it wouldn’t change in my lifetime, I hope, but there was a white and pristine dressing on all that I beheld.  Massive boulders and tiny rocks and winter-bare trees and bushes and then, the snow had touched them and quieted all I could see.  The stream was still there with ice on her banks and hanging in icicle-form from suspended and up-ended trees and branches which lay in and over the waterway.  Crystalline spears dangling in fragile state over the rushing water and forming in widening plates along the shore.  No birds I saw as I trod the path, but tracks of deer large and small with their pointed hooves joined the joggers’ prints up and down the trail.  Deeper into the woods and away from the stream were large cat prints and rabbit tracks and a spray of urine from something as he passed along.  My heart is joyous for having been there today, yet sad somehow, in that I had to leave.  I yearn still for that icy breath of breeze in my face and the white-coated pine trees and bushes and the smell of rich earth and decaying leaves and warm mulch and the essence, somehow, of an evergreen musky richness that came through a stand of bare, white-trunked aspens and isolated Christmas trees…and I had to stop and look around for what might be watching me.  I could see no eyes in their form and heard no movement other than the rushing stream from near and far and a sometimey drop of snow from overhead branches and then.  I saw a snow-cone of white-topped berries high in a tree that was bare of leaves and wondered, where were the birds whose treat awaited them.  I saw the bark stripped off the side of a tree and looked for claw marks and found none.  A shadow moved overhead and I saw a squirrel dart along the branch and start scolding me with his short chirps and flicking tail.  He ran up the branch and hid on the other side of the tree trunk.  He wouldn’t come near and he wouldn’t stand still long enough for the telephoto lens on the camera to catch him in a frame that would make him mine forever, and yours.

As I sit here and sip my afternoon coffee, my still-booted feet yet feel the trail beneath my soles and I can hear the crunching of snow in my memory…and the ringing in my ears is loud in the quiet of the room as my ears and nose warm from the chill.  I didn’t notice the ringing as I looked at the clear stream tumbling over its rocks and logs and pouring into aquamarine and crystal-clear pools along the way.  I heard only the rippling and rustling and rumbling of the water finding its way…as the heater kicks-on again and the coffee starts to cool and a piano melody rolls in my memory and the clouds are low in the evening sky.  And in my mind, I go again to that familiar place and find it changed beyond my reckoning…and calling me still.

4 responses

  1. Kaleeb

    basically, it’s about damn time you went to utah. that story could not be painted in the desert you are from 🙂

    November 13, 2010 at 4:48 pm

    • Yes, probably something like that, Kaleeb. I don’t remember ever being moved by the desert like this. Thank you for visiting. 🙂

      November 13, 2010 at 5:24 pm

  2. Hello Scott, I am glad you’re keeping up with the joys of writing.

    I have a new blog, I’d love for you to go see it.

    http://enticing-words.blogspot.com/

    You’re writing is amazing and stupendous of course at this point i’d expect nothing less.
    Rupert misses you too.
    I hope everything is well.
    – miss aly

    December 5, 2010 at 12:52 pm

    • Hello, Miss Aly – how nice to see you here again. I had checked-in at your old blog a few times over the past months and didn’t see anything new…was wondering about you and your writing. I will be sure to check-out your new place. I’m sure it will be wonderful. Thank you for your nice words about my posts…it’s been a while since I had anything new, but life has been quite busy lately…although I do have a couple in the works. Thanks again…. 🙂

      December 15, 2010 at 8:55 am

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