The sun was still behind the ridge overlooking the cliff at the other end of this alpine lake. A slight current swept volume of water with infinite slowness. The horizontality and verticality are complied silently out of the night. But when the sun began to climb onto the ridge, the rock entered the merger, narrowing the mountain by the same to him to marry the shores of the lake. Blinded by the first ray, I closed my eyes to see the reopening that nothing had really changed the space. But time had seen his matches since the past night had been swept by an intense moment was now proposing a future enlightened.
Mountain Man playing with the dimensions and I can not wait to go back to Iceland ... for good.
Mountain Man playing with the dimensions and I can not wait to go back to Iceland ... for good.
Mountain Man - Mouthwings
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