It was a day like no other, but a day that was full of recherché. What made this day so unique and acute was the way the sun lifted off the ground and emitted rays of light that confounded all that viewed its spectacle. The ostentatious beauty of the fog, rolling gently over the strong green treetops, of the Redwood forest stole the fresh air from the lungs of all that could appreciate its grander. Evinced that something of power was here in the forest where we all stood, the power held our feet; no bound out feet to the floor. For even when the wolfs howled near by, not a soul moved, not a person spoke. The feeling of infinity flooded my mind, I thought what could be out there, what could we find?