The day is running out. I look over to the hills, which stagger into the depth of space and sink into a huge fog lake. In the distance, on the horizon, I see the peaks of the Alps - 150 km away and yet remarkably clear. They rise out of the fog like an island in the sea. In the middle you can see the glaciers of the Dachstein. Dachstein... you know, my beloved mountain...
And the sun sends its last light, makes the sky and the mountains glow.
It's time for me to go.
Thanks, my mountains.
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Forest Böhmerwald, Upper Austria
Such beautiful prose Jerome. The Alps are indeed distinct, rising out of the mist. You have given us so much familiarity with the features of the Dead tree forest, and the mountains and glaciers beyond, that should I ever visit, I am sure they will already feel familiar as a friend.
Another remarkable series.
Thank you all for your kind comments!
It's very nice to share my impressions of the mountains with you.