The moss beneath your feet is soft, but somehow lifeless and uniform. To either side, the cliff faces rise up, framing a window sky and cloud that is forever out of reach, and keeping the sun out of sight.
What geological process could have produced such a maze-like mountain pass? Surely water could never flow at these angles.
It is glorious here, but this leg of your quest is wearing you down.
When I think of mountain music, I always remember Mt. Kolz.
released January 25, 2010
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