Each step spans the morning light.
Bow River Falls Trail
Autumn "...There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, and, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dripping warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellowed-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man , sits down By the wayside a-weary..." Longfellow
" ...a river is water in its loveliest form: rivers have life and sound and movement and infinity of variation, rivers are veins of the earth through which the lifeblood returns to the heart...." A River Never Sleeps Roderick Haigh-Brown
Buffalo Flower Run
Suspended Blue Ocean
"The sky Is a suspended blue ocean. The stars are the fish That swim.
The planets are white whales I sometimes hitch a ride on, And the sun and all light Have forever fused themselves Into my heart and upon My skin.
There is only one rule On this Wild Playground, For every sign Hafiz has ever Seen Reads the same.
They all say, "Have fun, my dear; have fun, In the Beloved's Divine Game" O, in the Beloved's Wonderful Game." Hafez.