There's a lonely cloud stuck in the midst of this spruce studded mountain.
There's a horde of clouds migrating to the North. Towards the Arctic Circle ready to envelope the sun to bring in the winter of 10 months.
But there is this lonely cloud stuck right above a crowd of spruce as though the baby wandered for a few minutes and got stuck in the centre of a circle of prickly bullies. And there it has stayed since, lost from its kind, away from fulfilling what it had supposed, was its Purpose of life.
So it stays as a little mist, a halo, in the centre of this towering maze of glacier rivulets and waterfalls where hikers can sit under.
In the middle of the mountain facing a marshy shoreline, it's the little heaven this tiny cloud was meant to bring.
6 comments:
'tis a vivid picture that your words paint...
nice imagery :)
I can see some real pensive thoughts well concealed in this post :)
Just as everybody says and I said earlier too, subliminal.
did you just delete your orkut thing?well you can read some well, not work though,but...
Cheers
Sudhir
..mayb i missed the point yet again..but i it jus reminded me that i need a vacation...a trekking trip perhaps..know of a good spot??
:)
deepak
Actually you know, in many ways you are that lonely cloud. But right now you cant migrate. Wait some time and you shall float.
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