Mountains Of The Mind

Clear skies to end the day, save for a distant band of cloud sitting above the trees, which to the casual eye might be mistaken for far off snow capped mountains. As if.

Maybe I was thinking of adventures past, or dreaming of those yet to be sought. Perhaps, just the peacefulness of the present, somewhere in the background cranes calling, out of the corner of an eye I'd catch a fish slapping, and far off pleasure boats, putt-putting along.

I am heeded to make the most of this time, between the heat of summer and autumn calling.

Posted in arrears on September 24th as I steadily catch up.