The edge of illustion

A couple weeks ago I went camping in a place that was as breath taking as a fictitious fantasy painting. It was on a small plateau of the top of a snowy mountain. After four and a half hours of hiking, we reached the summit. We were engulfed in an silence absent of any sounds of the living. So silent that we could hear whispers in the wind. The ground was covered with a thick layer of moss so that is felt like the finest carpet as it cussioned our step. Pools of crystal clear lake were scattered here and there, as it was almost sunset, these pool reflected brilliant shades of red, pink, orange and gold. Weatherworn ever green trees were here and there, as straight as needles pointing towards the sky. Patches of white snow decorated to ground. ... snowy peaks rose in the distance in unevent layers. As we walked further, the plateau gave away to a patch of stone, then making a sudden drop, revealed a deep canyon with a river winding like a snake at the bottom. The emornity of nature make you feel like and ant and the majestic view made you unconsciously whisper in conversation. It it there amoung whisps of mist, on the thick moss, as the edge of the canyon, we set up camp and a fire, overlooking the endless mountains.

When night time came, the sky was so bright with stars and misty streaks of the milky way and the moon that one had to squint when looking up. Never had I seen such brilliantly lit sky.

Here are some pictures that we took the next day, unfortunatly the colours and the limited frames of the photos don't do it justice. You have to experience it yourself. The place is called crest mountain.

loved

This is dedicated to all those people who loved me as lovers, friends, siblings and family... that I have lost. Whether we are still talking or out of touch, whether we still love each other, I still think of our past, treasuring it like a spot of sunshine on a dark day. It's too easy to forget how we were because of the current, uncontrollable factors that have torn us away from each other. Let's try to remember....

"stray cow"

The colour of your name describes the warmth you make those around you feel. We had our extended sleepover, a pretend game of house... soon the warmth froze into winter and divided we were by mist snow and ice. Just out out reach you are till today, I see trace of your through mutual aquaintances, you always out of my grasp.


" The unknown sender"

We could have been the best of friends, with all our common interests- languages, photography, traveling and business. I guess we took a wrong turn for which I could not continue down, so I went back to the start, but you weren't there to follow.

"Fried bananas that are really plantains"

We met randomly upon false assumptions of association, our friendship extented across the world, only to break once we return to the origin. Though hours away physically, oceans we are in spirit.

... I hope that one day you will stumble upon this entry and smile, as I have smiled remembering these events and maybe, maybe decide to reach out to me as I have been trying to reach you so that we may once again live under the same sunshine.