The whistle of the pines replaces the chatter of my mind, so for once, I am moving in stillness.
It is late in the morning, the heat in the valley is prickling and so we head up, leaving the chapel below…
…and start to climb. Diving into shade’s coolness…
…I hear Remi’s breathing beside me. He pulls up ahead and I follow that reassuring in and out.
The light splays through the barren branches like feathers aflame…
…yet as weightless as a dragonfly.
Another form of chapel is here, open to all and sundry…
We stop, take count…
…resourcing and readying for the next adventures on the trail ahead.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone.
That looks like in my beloved Black Forest! Unbelivebable! Loveley, lovely!
xxxk
That is exactly what it was Edgar–of course you would understand that!
Leslie, that sounds absolutely like perfection to me!! I will look it up to get a better image in my mind…
Another hill, chere Gallivanta and soon!