Border Times

Challis
The mid-day sun sat high upon his lofty thrown, and beat down hot upon the Argentinean countryside. As we walked along the trail the shards of lava rock chinked and chiseled with every footfall. In time we came upon a mountain lake, nestled between the snow capped bosom of the Andes, whose surface was so glossy that it was a pristine mirror of the virgin blue sky. So moved was I by this pristine beauty that all my thoughts, and insecurity, and secret vendettas against the world were driven from my mind like thieves from a chapel. Never again could I look at the world as a harsh rock marked by an omen of treachery and deceit, but forever always as a perfect creation of the universe.