Breath of Life

I walked through a most beautiful stand of white birch on the way to a favorite, yet secluded overlook high above Lake Michigan.  North Manitou lifts out and nods as the fog starts to settle.  More magical and mystical here, I sit as close to the magical line that stretches around the globe.  Oneness with all this beauty, alone but so included.  My heart pounds and again drawn in and moved by this grand artistry.