Every summer - these mountain skies fill themselves with magic.
This - they say - is the 32nd year.
I was right here - then
As I am - now.
Just as eager and excited.
To capture and record it all....to preserve the moment.
How is it possible that I'm this old that I think back so far and remember?
How is it possible that every year I see it - as if it's the first time ever?
How is it possible that - still - it takes my breath away?
Imagine floating silently over the tops of mountains.
Up where the air is quiet and clear.