Loch Duich and the Five Sisters of Kintail. Haze descends on the slopes.

Poem.

 

Surreal, unreal – from black to milky white,

Layered inclines of multi-grey hues

dive, fall, curve down gracefully to the twisting arms of the sea

and up to the elegant peaks.

An evening mist descends out of a clear blue day.

Sky and slopes take on a dream-like, cardboard-cut-out image.

Subtle silhouettes that descend and rise

in an endless swathe of hills and glens.

A monochrome magic, that all too soon, is lost in darkness.

But for that jot in time, we are held, mesmerised and speechless.

Is this world heaven?

Is the treasure already beneath our feet?

 

Done