It is a glorious day. Below. Here though, the low clouds top the highest peak. A milky white froth that would look good on any cappuccino. Even so, the sun is blazing a morning salute. A glare that will eventually burn this nebulous cover. I am high. A path a kilometre higher than the sun warmed sandy beaches. So high I can touch the clouds. Its moisture speckles my hands, my clothes, my dog. The air, a spring-pure sweetness, roses my cheeks and tears my eyes. The chiaroscuro of the ragged, cragged, rough cliff faces inspire a certain awe as if nature had deliberately designed it that way. No noise. Save for the wind. No noise. Save also for the nestling eagles arguing around their high nooks. High. And. I. Am. Inspired.
Cloud Burst
Cloud Burst
Cloud Burst
It is a glorious day. Below. Here though, the low clouds top the highest peak. A milky white froth that would look good on any cappuccino. Even so, the sun is blazing a morning salute. A glare that will eventually burn this nebulous cover. I am high. A path a kilometre higher than the sun warmed sandy beaches. So high I can touch the clouds. Its moisture speckles my hands, my clothes, my dog. The air, a spring-pure sweetness, roses my cheeks and tears my eyes. The chiaroscuro of the ragged, cragged, rough cliff faces inspire a certain awe as if nature had deliberately designed it that way. No noise. Save for the wind. No noise. Save also for the nestling eagles arguing around their high nooks. High. And. I. Am. Inspired.