The moon dissolved over treetops.
This area is remote and wild. A black
night sky sheds its stars from a dark
canopy. Dreams and wishes hold hands
with the desperate. Eyes open the
heart for a path without obstacles.
This feels like the top of the world.
A place owned by few. You can see
the crest of the earths curve; clouds envy
the chance to be perfect.
Its humbling to be in the right place,
even for a few minutes.
Roger Singer 