A view down over Ullswater in the lake district.
A rather cloudy day with the fluffy white stuff not only blocking the view of the sky, but also of the ground. Spent most of the morning climbing up a big hill for the view, only to end up right in the middle of a cloud. Naturally, on the descent the clouds cleared off the hills!
Oh well, I’ll just have to go back!
And the river flows ever on,
bringing life with every bend and fall,
paying no heed to wished or desires,
onwards, downwards to the sea,
Unstoppable rushing and gushing,
unblockable meandering and wandering.
No mortal effort can deny its desire,
ever towards the embrace of the ocean.
No earthly creation can halt the progress,
the small and soft get carried away,
the large and hard are but a temporary obstacle,
pushing, cutting, routing, sooner or later a path is formed.
The river flows on, through rain and shine,
the seasons roll past, a century is but a flash,
indifferent to the admiration of passers by and artists,
ignorant of the curses from travellers trying to cross.