Billowing white mists now cover the trail
Their edges tinged with the sunset colours
Sky and ground are one; an unrelenting tapestry of the same
For the sage this is a blissful return to some kind of normality
With a gentle sigh ... an a half smile ... the journey begins again
Into the fields of light once more seeking the legends ... and answers ...
Extract taken from 'A Shining Renewed' written by Matthew James
