By Frank Illo

June, 2008


White mountains form above the clouds as we work our way east at 30,000 feet. I think of my old man. Old, long before his time, his arms thin and bruised, his wind short and spirit frail. I also think of how fast time flies and how we will all someday leave here.  From where I stand, more days lay in my shadow than stand before me. The sun has begun to set and the mountains appear more dramatic now, they take on a warm glow and have far more depth and dimension. Rich men dart by very quickly. Lines are drawn in the sand. Diamonds are forever, but my sunrise is a limited engagement. It is everywhere, seek beauty. Breathe Life.

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