Shadows of Zeane

Sometimes I dwell on the past too much. I think about it until I am left feeling hurt, and without energy for all the days that lay ahead of me. I think about the shadows of Zeane and the impression made. I look at many and see the things that either make me want to run to or away from for the shadow falls upon them.

A large mountain leaves a shadow through out the day. The shadows may cover an entire valley filled with Aspen trees in Colorado, but then at some point in the day the shadow moves on to cover other things and the valley becomes a gold plate that reflects the sun.

Every shadow must have a source of light as well something to hinder that light, an obstruction balanced by a light source.

Every event in the past five years has held a shadow of Zeane. Its easy to stare into the shadows, its harder to stand out of that shadow and feel the warmth of the noon day sun.

Zeane was the first mountain I had to climb in this life, but occasionally the shadow still falls my way and I feel the coldness of that journey, maybe to appreciate the warmth that is yet to come.