Clouds tumble over peaks, silhouettes at dusk, as I listen, I breathe with the mountains, a language beyond words, a scale vast as memories, in and out, a silence defined softly.
- Gary Snyder
Clouds tumble over peaks, silhouettes at dusk, as I listen, I breathe with the mountains, a language beyond words, a scale vast as memories, in and out, a silence defined softly.