You could stand at the same spot and look at the sky and it would never be the same.
Subtle differences barely seen by the naked eye.
Pink light cloud gathering where the wedge tail flies.
a minute better spent than an hour hurrying.
Clear mind rambling,
no words spoken,
much more humbling.
Where was this treat of freedom earlier in this chaotic day?
This view and cool mountain breeze, blowing my troubles away.
© Deon Heemskerk 19-9-2012