"It's My Flïghght," by Therial L. Bynum, M.D.

I Wonder, How do these things begin?
Well, this begins with a Glen. It begins with a season, which for want of a better word, we may as well call June. It begins in a Sacred Canyon on a Sacred Mountain, where the humming birds humm, the leaves wax green, and rosehip vines entwine like Lovers! Try to see it! Not with your eyes, for they are too clever, but see it with your Heart. Taste that cool green breathing of the leaves. Hear it with the inside of your outstretched Arms. Listen to that soundless sound of shadows flickering light, celebrating sensation! Celebrating Life !		Recall that sweet, secret place! You've been there! We've all been there! You remember that Special Place where once ---------- We all gathered under SKY! She was especially beautiful that eve', after being flirted with by the sound of tom-tom drumbs since daybreak. She didn't let us down either for She was escorted by Aurora Borealis, and wore cumulus clouds in every color of the rainbow, laced ever so delicately together with the occasional pink cloud of nimbus. Toward our east She bore the slightest whisper of purple, and in the west She shone the beginning of yellow turning pink! Over head, just above Star Peak, was that double rainbow whose colors reverberated in harmony with the songs of curious coyotes near-by! The time had finally come! As the bon fire rose, so too rose the cover of Nighght!