Separate Ways

Journey's song, Separate Ways, came on my iPod during my drive through a national forest and mountain roads.  I don't get up early enough to see the sunrise very often, but the solar watercolors leaked through the tree branches as the rays stretched arms across the landscape and into my open window.  Temperatures in the 60's, a dew soaked breeze pulled into my lungs, and I scream out with Steve Perry the famous lines of the chorus.  My voice finds better resonance a few octaves lower, but we all have moments of singing far out of our vocal range, and no one was around to be tortured.  Serpentine zips through switchbacks of hardwood forests, with a power chord-driven heart beater blaring, a day in the river awaits me.  The sun, what can I say about it? The warmth it provides escapes me too often.  Radiated heat is nice, but the emotional triumph contained in the spectrum can only be described by those who know it.  An incredible force, to be certain, pouring its gifts upon my spirit as my spirit pours its sentiments on the auditory environment.  For in the sun, in the virgin air, in the grass, whipporwills, and the heartbeat of the river, love lies.  Love in the perfection of our world, of our hope, of our faith, and in ourselves.  If we are nothing else, we are creatures of an incredible habitat, worthy of value and awe in the creation we are.  And in that environment, without expectations or scripts, that's all we have to be.  In lieu of searching for clarity through complexity and understanding, I see the beauty in understanding simplicity.  My heart opens, and beats as a part of something greater, my being transcends.  I am a miracle, and that truth finds power in the world I marvel at.

"Someday love will find you, 

Break those chains that bind you"

I know the song isn't about this, I know the lyrics aren't a masterpiece worthy of note, but it was the song that played.  Those were the words I expelled.  That was the sentiment I knew.