Dancing in the sun.

I have a song by Elisa stuck in my head. It played on my way to work this morning. Everytime I listen to it, I am transported back to the grand canyon.



Still trees, shade.
Waiting to see -
rushing past in full color
and cold

Then breaking
into the light
(and not against it)
running,
I dance.

Picture via flickr via nikki.jane, whose pictures I am loving.