The beautiful soft yet crisp light before sunset brings a certain glory to the lands. A silvery sheen that burns into my mind bringing forth those things that are truly loved and sacred... Sitting upon a rock spire for hours at a precarious angle just to find that light is a supreme sensation. A light that I try so often to capture but have yet to obtain.
The lovely light fades and I realize that I have missed it again. Then another awareness comes over me... I'm on the face of a rock cliff, alone, that I have yet to climb down from, in the dark.... Holy sh*^!!!