Today I walked on the lion-coloured hills with only cypresses for company, until the sunset caught me, turned the brush to copper, set the clouds to one great roof of flame above the earth, so that I walk through fire, beneath fire, and all in beauty.
Being alone I could not be alone, but felt (closer than flesh) the presence of those who once had burned in such transfigurations. My happiness ran through the centuries in one continual brightness. Looking down, I saw the earth beneath me like a rose petaled with mountains, fragrant with deep peace.
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth, On the Hills