What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
~John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
The air is cooler, the visibility from the summits are usually better than in the summer, and the leaves on the trees can make the trail glow as if it was on fire.
If you wish strongly, have courage and endurance, then you can get to the summit of your dream.
Clouds, they make a painting out of the sky.
We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.
Gie me a spark o’ Nature’s fire, / That’s a’ the learning I desire.
I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.
It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.
In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.