
Today I awake in wonderous awe, not that this time differs from any other time of the year. But I still feel so sound in knowing that once again it has arrived. Once again they have arrived...I reach out to the surrounding atmosphere, letting my senses drown in the chilled air, as I exit my tent in the rolling hills. The white giants have returned, and their colorful array of footing in the brightest of greens, oranges, yellows and reds don their façade. I know that next year their giant feet will have all but faded, but every transition in them I find delightful and intrigueing. A day never passes without some minute distinct change, and I always find it.I smell the waves churning in the storm that rides the foot of the white giants, and await my return into the deep.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTy3WA0Pq8M(Nine Million Bicycles - Katie Melua)