Scaping out the land below, the people like ants. Small creatures in single file freeways and roads. Sunbeam light breaks through cloud cover, ushering colored spectrum and song into the gray morning. ever cool breezes blow, moist, chasing the fog up the mountain trail.
Rain comes now, not from above but all around, beading on my skin. As quickly, the warm sun appears to chases wet droplets away.
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