Stops

There comes a time in everyones life where
time stops




it just stops.
period.

For me, my time stopped this past weekend
I couldn't have been surrounded by more beauty
then if God himself walked in the fields next to me

The moss covered trees shined green all weekend
and welcomed me into their arms like they were calling
me to their home for dinner.

The waterfalls pounded with such brute force that
black rock walls faded into beautiful carved stone art
sharp as isicles and pretty as fresh flesh

Then you felt the mist and the rain,
the wetness
of being alive and being real,
and singing till your lungs give out
and your stomach aches from that laugh
that makes your teeth shine white.

It just stops.

That was my weekend.