Ipsita celebrates the beauty of majestic hills wrapped in a veil of light drizzle.
Imagine the hills
As twilight descends
And the clouds come down
To settle on the hilltops.
A light drizzle
And the roads bend and swerve through the majestic hills
The ferns and conifers and the mountain air wears that fragrance…
All at once heady yet headstrong
And you find yourself amidst the clouds.
The sound of an odd rustling leaf
Like passing through nothingness
Like nothing else exists but the swirl
And yet it is an intangible reality
An ethereal truth
Pix sourced by author.