How is this place real?

Every time I see this picture, it takes my breath away. It's like a dreamland where the air and the water and the earth all live in me together, blended and perfectly apart. I can feel it. I was there. I know it is real, and yet I want to hold it as though it is no more than a vision I remember from a life imagined but not yet touched. By me.
I will be back there before the Eastern leaves turn again. I am breathless with anticipation and yet I dread finding it. It will be different . So I am letting go of my need for it to exist at all. For it won't. It lives only in memory now.
I am hoping to stumble upon a new vision this time.
Photo credit: me or my husband. I can't remember. We both took so many. Originally posted on LiveJournal in 2008
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