While high up on a mountain I came across these miniature mountains.
I paused and thought about the irony.
Staring at these little mountains on top of a bigger mountains, reminded me of fractal designs.
I always wanted to shrink myself and explore the lush hidden forest of my garden.
Yet I am still bewildered by the scenery, forgetting I already shrunk myself long ago.
The illusion of space emboldens the illusion of size.
Eloquently, sound distorts space.
Enjoy it.
When the flowers become thirsty, they emit small white hairs that make wonderful catchers of light; a mechanism similar to that of the human aura.
Thoughts from a peaceful slumber in the mountains.
