I Stood On A Hill

A little story about just being, just seeing, and impermanence.

I Stood On A Hill 

One day I stood on a hill and stared at the passing clouds. 

The clouds disappeared and there was just the sky. Deep. Blue. Vast.  Forever.  I stood on the hill and stared up at the deep blue forever sky. The sky had my undivided attention.

The sky started to turn darker and darker until it was night and all the stars appeared. I stood on that hill and stared to my hearts content. I saw the moon.  I felt lit up in the presence of that moon.

I watched in wonder as the sky got lighter and lighter and tons of pink appeared. I let myself be swallowed up in all that pink.

The sky changed, gray clouds appeared. 

Then the rain came.  

Thunder came, lightening came, winds came. 

The birds flew,

flowers bloomed, 

the leaves fell. 

The snow fell.

The sun rose.

 I stood on that hill and watched everything change.