biglakejake Report post Posted February 12, 2020 a friends wife that has spent 30 years in the Greens Peak tower needs your prayers. she has been evac-ed far away from loved ones here on the mountain and it will be a rough road back. i cannot even imagine the sleep she lost for the forest-and for us-dreading the many wind swept dawns during spring and summer in the white mountains. and-of course-the tears........ i do not know her but offer prayers, and luck. lee The End of the Ocean High clouds at dawn and finger tracings of moisture in the eastern sky. From beyond the western rim of mountains, ocean’s breath floods the valley. Mist spills over high ridges. One by one, the peaks wink out. Soon, the lookout is wrapped in blowing cloud. Wetness drips from propped shutters. The visible world beyond misted windows, an isthmus of rock and heather. “I stood as one stupefied,” wrote Petrarch. “I looked down and saw the clouds lay beneath my feet. I felt as if another.” tim mcnulty Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
