its a bit too dark

The road north bends a little. And then you descend. A 5km descent through a tunnel that seems to never end. As though Jules Verne said “just go that way”

Suffice to say, the landscape goes on, and on. An ever horizontal undulating variety of hills, mountains and sea.

That you see.

And can’t avoid.

A deep black full of low lying green. A turret of wind that picks you up to the next place. Or settles you to stay in one.

How do you comprehend the variety of low lying wilderness.

You cant. You can only be willing to succumb to the horrifying beauty.

Justin Batchelor