The wind came up. Light came down in graying shafts through waves of clouds breaking on the mountain face. Rain laid a blanket over the valley, washed the lavender of its perfume, covered us with the scent of nectar. We stood under a waterfall, crystal sheets breaking into diamonds on the rocks. You said something, I understood then but can’t recall it now. The clouds subsided. The storm returned to its home beyond the horizon that divides earth from golden stalks of light and the swarm of red-gray clouds. We walked out of the valley into a world filled with the purity of all wild things.