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.
clouds engulf the view
a wren’s voice
parting the clouds
atop the mountain