Mighty Mountains

At the time of the impossible encounter of the rising moon and the setting sun, the patterns and the loftiness of the mountains are enhanced by the blue light of dusk. That short-lived overlapping of lights and timelessness reduces the observer to a witness of sheer serenity. A gaze as somber as soothing across immensity with everything covered in bluish snow, making the vastness all the more uniform and effective. There is no other way than contemplation, as feelings are temporarily trapped, scowling at their own uselessness, as if to imitate the perfect steadiness of ice.