Meanwhile, back below the treeline, in the mixed forests, the mountains vent their steam…stuff is happening somewhere.
Mysterious…clouds…fog…what? Subtle changes in temperature and humidity…why? Beautiful…local…non-specific…can you feel that in your lungs? In your heart?
The air of the coming spring begins to fill…fill with a richness that only can be sensed inside the lungs.
And as freshly intoxicating as it may be, a look up the slope shows upland pastures still dead yellow, dead brown…still not yet returned from winter’s cold sleep.
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mystical!
Cool pictures, I like them!
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