Garvin Heights Winona, Mn

I expected to be dizzy peering over an abyss of rocks and trees into the twenty mile vista. Instead I was as still as the surrounding trees, rooted with wonder to this high place in the clean prairie air, standing above the ravens who tossed below me on waves of light. I leaned against the fence, felt its jagged rocks scrape my bare arms My eyes like quietly thinking clouds reflected the crawling world: pale green river water sloshed against its grainy banks, dark green trees scattered the houses of Winona across the plain, low hills trembled in the blue haze of distance. My eyes dropped a thousand feet to the shadowed highway, then swept up into a flash of sun. The light spiraled through my body, flaming every deadened spot... I wondered, if this is who I am in the heights, who will I be in the lowlands?