Basins of water and granite,
hidden within abundance of color.
In my hand, Sierra sunset.
At the pass,
fields of granite inspiration.
Like New Years day.
Ranger buttons and fireweed,
along this talus strewn basin, hopping.
The smell of solace and solitude.
On the high route,
my spirit soars, freedom.
Golden eagle circles above.
Feeling the zone.
Feet float like wings,
over granite.
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