Grand Canyon Mist
On the precipice of the misty clouds we stand gazing out into the oblivion of white wet fog, swirling and shrouding the gaping void before us. Up here where the eagles soar, high above the canyon floor the rocky cliff faces just visible through the floating mist shimmer in and out of view.
Silence surrounds us, the cloud damping any noise that might be heard, trapping us in an isolated patch of tranquility, like the earth has been swallowed up in the mist and we're all alone in the world. The cold air chilling in the eerie silence, such an unearthly peaceful way to see this world, at home in the clouds, cold and quiet yet breathtakingly beautiful to witness.