The stillness and the flow
It had taken a while, but now he was here. After hours of driving with barely another car in either direction, he wasn't actually looking for 'here' , but as he steered out of a long curve, it unfolded and shouted at him to pull over the car. And it happened in the right spot at a point that glared down in to the valley while equally able to gaze up to the highland peaks. The early morning fog was starting to lift from the higher ground with glimpses of blue hardening in the sky, despite menacing intrusions of dark grey cloud. He turned off the engine, the stereo silenced with it. He unclicked the seatbelt and then, without a thought, he found himself just sat there. His hand sliding down 180 degrees off the steering wheel to join his other on his lap was the last murmour of sound. His gaze was soft as he raised his head slightly to fix on the grey and purple craggy peaks. A fraying sheet of fog shifted ever so slowly; he would have not been able to see if it was actually...
