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Tuesday, October 21, 2003
The Symphony of Vapor and Boiling Water
All was a deceiving calm on the boardwalk. The prairie and surrounding fresh growth pine was a brilliant almost lime green. Most of the reconstituted trees were only three to four feet tall, feeding on their cremated fore fathers in this burst of new youth. A number of small openings about the size of an orange were adjacent to the board walk. They began to spurt out a wisp of vapor and sound. Psss, Psss, Psss. The modest prelude would repeat every five minutes or so. Psss, Psss, Psss. John Welch and Elizabeth were eagerly talking to a couple of boys from Israel when the Wa-howl of Jet Geyser joined the chorus. During the next stanza Twig Geyser added its Swoosh, Swoosh to the growing movement of organized sound and smell. Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Swoosh, Swoosh. And so this first movement entranced all of us as we felt the growing expectations of the next act. A very large and deep pool of emerald green and blue lay quiet, disguising its preparations... Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Psss, Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Swoosh, Swoosh. The rhythms of the ground continued. Lo, a ferment of mist began to rise on the mystic pool. Disturbances swirled on its face. Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Swoosh, Swoosh, pause ... pause ... KAWOOM! A stunningly abrupt explosion of a massive column of water startled us even as we waited expectantly. The column rose over forty feet into the sky, falling back under Earth's relentless pull and ejected again and again by Earth's competing hydrothermal forces. A set of standing waves stood to solute the feat and then retreated outward to the edge of the natural kettle. The retreating lines went splashing over the side in waves of water flowing down the embankment toward the boardwalk. KAWOOM, Fountain Geyser continued to cycle up and down, in amazing endurance for the next thirty minutes. During its performance, Morning also joined is a modest rise of a standing three foot pedestal. However, Morning remained suppressed, affected by some unknown source of shyness. In the finally, Twig, Jet, and the small orange sized holes all added their music in complimentary sequence. Then without warning ALL WAS CALM. The prairie waved in the breeze. The rejuvenating forest whispered with the wind. The glory of nature burned with your memory of this orgasms, and the knowing that its next fulfilling would wait until the next day.
All was a deceiving calm on the boardwalk. The prairie and surrounding fresh growth pine was a brilliant almost lime green. Most of the reconstituted trees were only three to four feet tall, feeding on their cremated fore fathers in this burst of new youth. A number of small openings about the size of an orange were adjacent to the board walk. They began to spurt out a wisp of vapor and sound. Psss, Psss, Psss. The modest prelude would repeat every five minutes or so. Psss, Psss, Psss. John Welch and Elizabeth were eagerly talking to a couple of boys from Israel when the Wa-howl of Jet Geyser joined the chorus. During the next stanza Twig Geyser added its Swoosh, Swoosh to the growing movement of organized sound and smell. Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Swoosh, Swoosh. And so this first movement entranced all of us as we felt the growing expectations of the next act. A very large and deep pool of emerald green and blue lay quiet, disguising its preparations... Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Psss, Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Swoosh, Swoosh. The rhythms of the ground continued. Lo, a ferment of mist began to rise on the mystic pool. Disturbances swirled on its face. Psss, Psss, Psss, Wa-howl, Swoosh, Swoosh, pause ... pause ... KAWOOM! A stunningly abrupt explosion of a massive column of water startled us even as we waited expectantly. The column rose over forty feet into the sky, falling back under Earth's relentless pull and ejected again and again by Earth's competing hydrothermal forces. A set of standing waves stood to solute the feat and then retreated outward to the edge of the natural kettle. The retreating lines went splashing over the side in waves of water flowing down the embankment toward the boardwalk. KAWOOM, Fountain Geyser continued to cycle up and down, in amazing endurance for the next thirty minutes. During its performance, Morning also joined is a modest rise of a standing three foot pedestal. However, Morning remained suppressed, affected by some unknown source of shyness. In the finally, Twig, Jet, and the small orange sized holes all added their music in complimentary sequence. Then without warning ALL WAS CALM. The prairie waved in the breeze. The rejuvenating forest whispered with the wind. The glory of nature burned with your memory of this orgasms, and the knowing that its next fulfilling would wait until the next day.
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