Awestruck, I watch a vivid, complex scene of natural beauty, utterly sublime in its effects on my senses, blossom like a flower, coming into full bloom on the edge of eternity.
"Mr. Visionquest?"
On the edges of this scenic splendor lie hints of possibilities unknown, lending a sudden and inexplicable air to all that is strange and mysterious.
"Mr. Visionquest?"
Without taking my eyes off the scene before me, I raise my hand and touch my companion's shoulder. "Michael, I must confess: I have never seen anything like this. It’s a perfect match for my mood."
My companion says nothing, does nothing, knowing that no words or actions are necessary.
For the moment, I am content just to be.
