Whispering stillness reaches out pervading thin air shimmering in cloud haze and humid wind ascending- falling over white wending ribbon washing over stone and rugged mineral time-banked layers of sedimentary rock.
Loud is the ticking clock with hands held and moved by mind. Misty peaks shroud and shift in fading light as sun falls behind and shadows nest. Prayer flags spin through chanting waves as wild ones rest.
Last Edit: Apr 4, 2020 16:10:55 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers