The day began like the perfect hymn for the weekend. First light spilling over the ridgeline. Fog blowing across the mountains like they’re alive and breathing. The whole place is brought to life by the energy of the mountains, the wind, the sun, and the sky.
You can hear a waterfall in the distance, as steady as time itself.
Later, a violet sunset arrives as the last of the day’s light folds into the night.
Then, at nightfall, the only things that remain are the ghost stories and the million stars in the sky, like a thousand bridges of light overhead, leading some old, lost spirits home over the horizon.
Matt Shannon, Security Pro 