© Jenny Kelley
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Misty smoke floats over and covers mountains and valleys spreading out for miles in front of and around me.
Before me are colors a thousand rainbows mixed together could not duplicate.
The most talented artists could never capture their beauty and glory with mere paint.
Shades of green turn to yellow, turn to gold, turn to orange, turn to red, scarlet and purple.
Sounds of water splashing against rocks as it rages down streams traveling I know not where.
I hear the sound of wind blowing gaudy colored leaves through trees. That southing sound puts my troubled mind at ease.
Birds, animals, sounds of the earth are alive and fill the air. I can see, feel and hear nature alive everywhere.
The air is clear, crisp, fresh and easy to breath. Here, in this place, I feel I have all that I need.
There is a feeling of tranquility around me and inside of me. The presence of God seems to surround me.
I am in the Great Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. This is a place of sanctuary for me.