Free Writing

Watching the sun set behind the mountains and writing in my journal. Where am I again? Oh ya, Bulgaria. I smell a sweet scent in the air, something like fresh baked cookies. From WHERE? I have no idea, but I smell it...& I want it!! Chalga music is playing in the distance...nothing new...still annoying, but I am in the middle of nowhere and I hear it. (Lovely) I've seen better sunsets than the one I am looking at currently but the planes traveling across the sky peak my interest. They appear to be on fire with the trail of smoke chasing them but as we knowledged folk know, it's just CO2.

It is definitely autumn now. The crispness in the air is undeniable. There is a hotel called "Everest" sitting on the hill below me. Oh how the sky fades from from blue to orange better than any attempt of the best artist. It doesn't even burn anything as it lights the sky on fire. Just a simple rotation of the Earth. Chalga louder.............The ski hill is waiting my arrival yet the fields below still have not been harvested. WAIT, mountain, we have all winter for me to carve your slopes and leap from your cliffs. All of this world in front of me; don't even get me started on the unseen behind.

Away from the sun is plainer, darker, lacking appeal. Although, the rutted road winding into the hills draws my gaze and changes my opinion of dull and drab. The blue sky above me fades gently again into a soft purple across the horizon. Or maybe this is an optical illusion along the forested hills. Believe it or not, there is a rock formation on the far hills in the exact shape of a "W". Winter? What? Wisdom? George? Worship? Wind? Dang! The crisp air was not just in front of me but also behind...all around. The wind makes my writing a bit slow. The way I walked in on is well-hidden in the wheat grass surrounding me. What in the world is with all these W's. I'm withdrawing. It seems the "W" on the hill is willing me to write alliterations. Oh well! As the sun wanes from the evening sky, I conclude this passage with an Amen and Halleluja to the One who created it all.