Archive for November 14, 2011

Something about the Mountains

Black mountains and dark, concealed behind clouds and forests grown, strange and magical things hidden within, without and within those brazen massifs, those hulking, sleeping monsters of stone and sand and water and trees.  They sit on a fault-line, an imaginary or created timeline, a marking of their past and future movements, those postulated projections of personal growth and peripheral destruction, they sit there and we wait, but not them.  They don’t feel their strainings, the forces that are pushing them up and away from their sisters or brothers on the other side of the valley plain.  They are just there, full of themselves and heedless of what we think or imagine of them.