Almost perfect reflection of the setting sun's glow from the trees of Glen Affric in the waters of Loch Beinn a' Mheadhoin.

Poem.

 

Glorious autumn colours

magnified, energised, strengthened

by a setting sun.

Glassy, mirror-like stillness of island-studded Loch a’ Mheadhoin.

Breathless.

Motionless.

Silent……

but for the occasional fish jumping for insects.

Trees in symmetry in an almost perfect reflection

of this exquisite, lustrous, sumptuous scene.

Affric is always magical.

Here, now, perfection is

so, so close……it is tangible,

hypnotic and mesmerising.

 

Done