Sunday, May 29, 2011
Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world,
for I would ride with you upon the wind
and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
- William Butler Yeats
Once upon a time I promised a little pine tree that I'll one day take it to the mountains and plant it there. I promised I'll take it out of its flower pot, its existence in the hot tropical heat and drive up the misty roads to where clouds are being born each moment. There I'll plant it among other trees and watch it grow, putting out shoots and roots as each year goes by and grow old under its green shade.
One day I will become one with it, with the clouds, the wilderness, the undulating peaks and that splendid stillness.
Photo: Tail end of the Wagamon hills, shot in March 2011.