There’s only so much of this stunning scenery my soul can take.
We’ve had rain, but the mountains and peaks have been shrouded in a beautiful mist. The sun has shone through dark and romantic clouds. Like a brooding Heathcliff in the heavens.
The wind has whipped fresh, virginal leaves on the trees and then it has died to a whisper.
Tomorrow, we leave for home. My battery re-charged .
I take a part of it with me, in my heart.
But, where am I?
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