This beautiful poem takes me back to one of my first mornings in Yellowstone. Since I worked the midnight shift as a registration clerk at Grant Village, watching sunrises over Lake Yellowstone was a real perk! But one of the first I witnessed remains so clear in my memory that it might have happened just this morning rather than 30 years ago. I likened it to a visual equivalent of one of Bach's most intense chords. But it was totally silent. Even the birds were silent. And my mind absolutely could not fathom that such beautiful drama would make no sound. It was simply one of the most, if not THE most, awesome experience in my life.

Silence in one form or another is a favorite subject of yours and here you've penned a very personal take on the subject. Yes, to be able to "...fly in the quiet and stillness of the sky..." would be a welcome relief for many of us. I could use a trip like that as the world's problems and complex personalities making news and documentaries leave me quite frustrated, so I write about a lot of dilemmas and those thorny complexities. Sign me up when you are ready to fly.