Thursday, 25 August 2011

Up Again

Up again, north and south facing meadows, steep as my carbon steel blade. There's a display of botanical fireworks exploding around me, and one tiny human perched at the edge of the great vastness before her. There's a major storm coming. You can chart its movement like astronomers chart the planets that are aligning. If we took off down the mountain right now, we still couldn't out run it.