another clutched escape towards the hills, an overcast morning turning a little brighter, occasional periods of blue sky intruding between clouds rushing west... a glimpse of the southern hills, the light slightly chilled, tones offering shards of memories, postcards of the highlands where peaks and ridges float towards the imagination, superimposed with other views until closed eyes find themselves gazing at a collage of mountains rising... a day for moving slowly, watching others march and race along the paths, listening to the breeze sing these places to life...