The chilling silence was being ticked and pricked by wheezing wind after kissing the snow clad peaks, calm and comforting drifted past, swiftly implanting a seed, in the mind, to remind and demand to live up to, to create an imprint on the pages of time.
Down below, the water in the gorge gushing in a furry as if in a hurry to leave behind the pebbles in the grind to adjust their position for the next gush, roll and reposition for the next gush still failing to break the rock solid silence.