Cloud cover, mischevious mist, bucklebruised in the nestle of jagged mountain tops, blanket waved with tuftwhite snowswirls, wind-whirled rolling up from the valley, peaks pristine and picked out against gemblue sky, striped with chemtrails, a grasp and hang of mountain asail in mist.
Where is the wonder? where the awe? a phone photo click and back to Netflix lost in quick fix conflicts, leaving paceslow Polaroid crests below for others to follow the shift of cloud, the roll in of thunder.