Hot Springs
Colorado blue sky
overruled by fluffy white clouds.
Pined mountainside
with a fringe of oak brush,
which offered a place to change into swimsuits,
often regarded as optional.
Rustic benches.
Two yellowish pools, one slightly higher,
trickling into the lower,
as a tiny waterfall,
both cradled in orangish earth.
Orange rocks scattered about.
The smell of sulfur.
The soft, continuous roar of the rushing river.
The chatter of the Steller’s jay.
We found our footing across the uneven bottom
and inched our way
into the warmer-than-bathwater pool.
Relaxing in a bit of Heaven on Earth.
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