Hiker's Eyes,
The Grand Ole Lady, she does stand her eternal watch singularly..most uniquely in this world, as one of the often climbed mountain..yet with the coming of each night fall..she sleeps alone, sometimes coveted, in a blanket of clouds, often not even that..to endure her naked pride as one often sought, touched, loved , yet in her proudest moments, betrayed for another.
The end of a perfect day last evening, sitting out on the front lawn with neighbors having several tall glass of rum/tonic..Watching the grand-kid running after butterflies..