Sunday, February 3, 2013

Everything is beautiful

Sunday morning up on the Saddle.

Blue sky blue ocean one vastness. Dried leaf blades of watsonia rub against each other in the wind, calling out with hoarse voices. Dried grass curls in strands over a rock. Bright orange and lime green lichen shine like ancient dried blotches of paint.

Here for just a moment is the centre of the universe. Where everything is beautiful.