Meditation on a nameless day — William Pearse | pinklightsabre

Climbing mountains you get high enough you can see above the cloud deck, the tips of the other peaks coming through, how the clouds look like soup from above, and in every direction just the land stretching out, no cities—like being on an airplane at cruising altitude, when everyone settles in. The clouds were like […]

via Meditation on a nameless day — William Pearse | pinklightsabre

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