#46

Twin skies, separated by two mountains turned one. Cottony clouds slowly slide by in both blushing. The distant crackling of consumption, the small sounds of amiable chatter, twigs snapping in protest to boots on their backs, all drift lazily across the water. The air heavy with cool damp, lubricating the lungs. Great trees cling to the land and exposed rock, peek to see their reflection in the glassy water below only broken by the small splash of fish feasting on critters dipping their toes into the water. The ripples spread slowly across the placid lake, splitting mountains in two.