Driving home...

After a long Fall break weekend in Asheville (we saw Tosca, the annual Bonsai exhibition), WE impulsively chose to drive the Blue Ridge Parkway home to Knoxville ... We saw the clouds above but went anyway ... an adventure. But then we were IN the clouds, we were part of them. The Parkway is narrow and we felt very safe. As we drove through the clouds the world revealed itself to our senses slowly, sensuously ... the gorgeous colors of death preceding rebirth emerged from the mist, resonating with other myths I live by. The little mysteries of "what next" echoed the great mystery ... Blue Ridge mist / boughs of trees / … born before my eyes.