Thu, 16. Jan. 2025
I put my ear down…
…on an absolute as only nature knows how to create. This edge, as soon as I discovered it,… stopped me. What to do in front of such beauty? If not bowing. If not absorbing purity, letting it descend into me.
I jump for joy, a little awkward, heavy with my emotion which cannot express itself in front of this ephemeral spectacle. The play of lights, the shadow of the fir trees which highlights the ridge, the presence of the clouds which drift across the horizon, the snow crystals, the light blue of the sky which purifies everything.
To think that this vision will disappear in a moment to give way to another vision, then another and another. An infinite cycle that will one day end. Or one night. When the sun goes out. Or before. When the moon…
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