And I stood before the surging star stuff as in a dream, but a dream so real as to reach out and swirl the very fabric of reality with my fingertips. I thought then, Is this what it means to be God? If so, I'd rather just enjoy the view.
Today was a bad day before I'd even finished my coffee, (that's not good). So, after a run not clearing my brain, the next best thing was a walk to the river.
In truth, where I live the river is more estuary than actual waterway. Over a mile wide, the Humber is at its best on a clear, sunny day where the wind remains strong. The results are pictures like the one above.
The wonderful Neil Gaiman wrote about 'The Ocean at the End of the Lane', a great book by the way. This is my real life version ' the estuary at the end of the path'. It's not quite as magical but it does the trick.
Sometimes all you need to remind yourself of the important things is a view. I'd like a few more mountains, but beggars can't be choosers.
I hope your own weekends contains some magical sights too.
Richard M. Ankers
Author of The Eternals Series
Into Eternity (Very Soon!)
“Somewhere between heaven and a heart, I found my view. When you closed your eyes, I lost it. But not for long. Never for long.”
I never stay.
I hum the same song. The words chug out with the same repetition as the tracks, a beat only I appreciate. It’s no life, mum claimed, travelling without a destination. She never understood. No one does. Only the songwriter and me.
Something distant looms
Gazing beyond city lights
Monoliths to see
Above the clouds where seasons change by the minute, you tower.
In ochre rock, snow capped peak prevails; I envy you your seclusion.
Awash in sunlight, sparkling, just sparkling, without hint of bias from the scaremongers, you astound.
And whilst the climbers, the walkers, those just there for a view, do stress, you observe in patient majesty.
This rock, they say, but they don’t know you. You’re so much more than the stones you’re built from, for dreams run through your seams, and shall until you crumble.
Personal note: That’s the top of the Eiger in the Alps, my favourite view in the whole world. How I wish I could view it every day.
There are worlds beyond the eye
I know, as I’ve watched them fly
Through the deepest darkest dream
In dimensions too extreme
There are mountains on the moon
Made to visit just not soon
Where the Martians hide and wait
End of us, anticipate
There are forces from the grave
I have seen, but would not rave
As the darkness swallows light
A good heart would surely fright
But in all I’ve seen and more
Only one did I adore
T’was the girl upon my arm
Stole my heart, unearthly charm
Will I venture out again
Maybe yes, but all’s the same
For I’ll never find a view
That is half as good as you
I see the scurrying universe below, so many preoccupied minds. Vehicles slide across an undulating landscape of soil and rock; I prefer the patches of blue. Only when I see the tips of white wings flick before me do I realise I’m dead, gone. Who cares, I’m enjoying the view.