Anyone want to watch the land through the rain on a cold hill?.
Or read a poem for the isolation and viewing of distant landscape?.
Do you need to understand our valleys and rains will be here for as long as we may be?.
Are you seeking outside influences to balance your nearest thoughts and seek somewhere that’s quiet and isolated?.
When it comes, it comes.
The day of rains turns into days.
We sit there by some trees on a hill overlooking the valley.
We see the river come and go and watch the tiny cars below us.
As a result we feel at one with everything.
We feel it all.
The wind is getting up and we sort of know its time to leave but this moment is forever.
We take the winding path back to the river and then into the village to depart…