It’s been such a long journey here. We’re running faster than ever now, but the road just keeps narrowing uphill despite our efforts to beat it. Someday we’ll break through the tree tops to reveal the sky in explosions of milky rainbows as the sun flickers in golden silver rays over the mountain tops. The dawn will be ours, and the low thrum of the tide is how you can be sure. The constant reassurance of existence. We are. We are here. We are gone.
Maybe like the little mouse in the bush, you don’t need to nibble on the hotel bread thrown down to get stale. The child had the best intentions, but was controlled by things far greater than you or it can imagine right now.
It’s been a while. I just got a new computer. I need a new silly webcam thing to take pictures with.
This was a such a precious moment that happened, it gives me goose bumps when I see it. I was showing my sea*star (who took this photo) one of the most amazing places on the island and we relaxed in this warm, shallow pool outstretched. And the waves lapped at our bodies. And the sun was kissing our skin. And the light danced all around us. And Mother Sea hummed us underwater songs that we needed to hear. Pure salty bliss
For a circumhorizontal arc to be visible, the Sun must be at least 58 degrees high in a sky where cirrus clouds are present. Furthermore, the numerous, flat, hexagonal ice-crystals that compose the cirrus cloud must be aligned horizontally to properly refract sunlight in a collectively similar manner.