« a meeting in the mountains -- with the spirit in the sky. »
The tail end of the emerald forrest's reign, Gorgeous grey skies illuminated a lush canopy & Mon chaton and I found ourselves in the midst of decadent deciduous greenery before its great departure. I was ((a l i v e)) high |up| on life. Winds whipped across the crest of the gorge... perched hundreds of feet from a flat forest floor. Decadent feathers in my foxwood cap, a fringed shawl, and the sheer wicked black layers of my skirt.
An embodiment of the essence of this season.
We spent the day: indulging in autumn || playing a game of cards || drinking well-deserved cups of piping hot coffee || harvesting all things green || taking in all of the (F A R - O U T) sight-seeing.