Golden peaks of towering hills glow from a distance. In the evening, when weary sun grazes hills, sky simmers with crimson, vermilion, azure and milky white lights. Slowly a fiery red flush creeps over the valley and sky begins to dim down. The river, the woods, that narrow track along the river leading to woods, leisurely all pass to slumber. Trees become sombre and quieter, hidden and resting for the night.

In the morning, a soft light slowly devours the sky. Trees quietly await the sun to rise and birds trill their flurried chirps. The glory of the pristine mountain, bit by bit, heaves to the sight. There’s a dignity, an incorruptible beauty in the quietness of the robust hills. Pure air perfumed with the scent of pink and maroon whispy blossoms fills the whole valley. The spectacular vista of lush little folds of majestic mountains and the free-spirited river is spellbinding. There is a deep calm and stillness that blooms into an intense and profound peace. An extraordinary sense of life overflows. One can lose track of time and still a tiny whit of life is never missed.

The post goes to #wtitephoto Thursday photo prompt ‘vista’ hosted by Sue Vincent. Thanks for such a beautiful promt, Sue.

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

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