There's a track through my soul...
... It is covered with dead leaves and I don't know where it leads - I can barely remember whence it comes, indeed. Veils of thick mist are concealing the landscape - if there really is one beyond the narrow limits of my vision - and my mind is wandering freely into this mysterious translucence. Memories come to the surface of my soul and float there like fallen leaves on the calm water of the river. Yes, there should be a river here, just beyond the fading trees - but no, there is nothing but a milky nothingness and a deafining silence. The track is waiting for my weary steps, with its promises of unknown lands. My only certainty is the feeling of the damp ground under my boots - there still is a center, after all. The track is waiting for me - it is calling for me to leave my footprints upon it, a new chapter of the tale.
Maybe the track ends just there, and the glowing mist marks the outer boundaries of the world - maybe there is nothing beyond that misty walls.
Then, suddenly, a swash shattered the deep silence - a moorhen plunging herself into the water to fish? And a bird's call. I awakened as from a dream. Life was still teeming all around me, just beyond the veils of mist. So I gathered myself together and set forth toward my unknown destination, whatever it would be.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-2.0/0/+2.0 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp.
There's a track through my soul...
... It is covered with dead leaves and I don't know where it leads - I can barely remember whence it comes, indeed. Veils of thick mist are concealing the landscape - if there really is one beyond the narrow limits of my vision - and my mind is wandering freely into this mysterious translucence. Memories come to the surface of my soul and float there like fallen leaves on the calm water of the river. Yes, there should be a river here, just beyond the fading trees - but no, there is nothing but a milky nothingness and a deafining silence. The track is waiting for my weary steps, with its promises of unknown lands. My only certainty is the feeling of the damp ground under my boots - there still is a center, after all. The track is waiting for me - it is calling for me to leave my footprints upon it, a new chapter of the tale.
Maybe the track ends just there, and the glowing mist marks the outer boundaries of the world - maybe there is nothing beyond that misty walls.
Then, suddenly, a swash shattered the deep silence - a moorhen plunging herself into the water to fish? And a bird's call. I awakened as from a dream. Life was still teeming all around me, just beyond the veils of mist. So I gathered myself together and set forth toward my unknown destination, whatever it would be.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-2.0/0/+2.0 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp.