On a promontory

We are sitting on a big rock boulder on a promontory, way, way up from the valleys. Below us, an expanse of sensible green, cool river meandering, bushes, hillocks and hollows; some ostriches galloping as if on a mission float across the landscape; a group of lighfooted elephants, easy on the rocky ground, amble on a mountain further on - I never thought of elephants as creatures of the heights,...Ah but, yes, Hannibal...I remember now!-

A feast for the eyes, as far as the eyes can see.

And then, a great gift from the sky: permission to paint your own colours onto its immensity.

I choose pale grey and more beautiful mauve, pink and sweetie blue with plenty of bobbing white. You, perhaps, would favour yellow, and orange reds, and red with a green ray. The evening is magnificent, beneficial. There is absolute peace, absolute love. Hope exudes, radiates.

We are now reaping the reward of honesty, of authenticity. We, who kept Love alive amongst the misery and hatred, are being recompensed for our courage.

How do you fancy a little paraglide down to the river? OK? Together, after three....