Look. Let your eyes walk the Frenchman River reflection into an enchanted horizon.
Look. The evening moon a beacon of mystery, rising in a darkening cobalt sky.
Look. Wonder at the fearsome Tyrannosaurus rex, roaring at her release from the confines of our valley’s clinging white mud.
Look. Cloudy fingers parting as a masked sun sets over the cooling valley silence.
Look. What will you see?