Fools on the Hill

The sun rises..the sun sets. The snow falls. The grass grows. One season follows another.

For years - they've been meeting like this. They've watched as each other's babies have grown and gone. They've laughed. They've cried. They've held hands and leaned on one another's big strong shoulders. Thru good days and bad - there they've been. Always present for one another.

In the darkest the brightest light. In the morning fog - as it rolls itself in..and rolls itself out again.

From their mountain view - they watch as the world changes.

And time passes. Quietly. Peacefully. One season following another.