Carpe Diem #878 the journey continues: an eyebrow brush; such stillness

This spring when we had climbed to the top of Chimney Rock  there was no view.  You could barely see the edge  of the mountain where it was engulfed in thick clouds.   It was as if everything had been swallowed up, even the sounds and if you got to close you would just disappear.


mountain summit
clouds engulf the view
silence hanges


a wren’s voice
parting the clouds
atop the mountain