in montana, at dusk and at dawn, the sun explodes above the mountains and bleeds through cracks in the clouds

it sends pinks and oranges from above to bless the grasslands and the rocky terrain. rivers glow in its glory.

in montana, hidden behind layers of spindly pine trees and beds of moss, you’ll find pillars of water raging down cliffs

mist and froth and white water, churning and spitting and mixing, roaring and slapping and cracking

in montana, pieces of heaven float down from above, little bunches of ice and snow, to canvas open land

we smile and leap and frolic across surface, christmas music swells in time with the snowbanks, ice.