In the shadows of being
From that time
Still walks
Still climbs
That steep rocky trail
Every morning
Always breaking free of the tree line
To an endless expanse of open blue sky
Wild flowers
A wild river 
Snaking into the distance
Through the green alpine meadow
A new me took charge of the walk down the mountain
Another me for the fire
Another me climbed into the sleeping bag
Until the mes and moments 
Since that time
Have truly become endless
I love them all
But there Is a special place in my heart 
For the me 
Still walking that walk
Still catching 20-inch wild trout
In that high alpine meadow