In the Swartberg mountains

A lizard sunbathes resting between black and orange rocks with yellow and light purple flowers in the arid landscape. A butterfly dances in the vast blue sky, its movements contrasting the sharp edges of the mountains. A river runs down in the valley, its trickling water bringing life to all things dry. This simplicity is beautiful.

Looking down from the top makes my blood rush through my body faster; I drink in the sky and eat the clouds until my feet grow roots down into the mountain upon which I stand. Far, at the foot of the mountains, the fields are green. I take it all in before setting sail again into the blue tomorrow.