The wind graciously danceswith the chimesas the water swirls,ripples,and indents the pond.Blue and mauve streaksecho in the distance sky.The sun magnifies thegold,green,gray, andfrigidhues on the mountain.What kind of day will this be?The coldness chillsevery part of my bodyand I can’t seem to movebut only watch,witness, and enlightenedthrough the voyeurismfrom my bedroom.What I would giveto be a bird right nowand soar over all this landso that my wingscould touch the entranceof Heavenand I would be….