Each wave is slightly different and time is taken to appreciatte this delicate art. As I approach the wood line, a different veiw is seen. Usually the dark trunks all blend together against a brown floor of leaves. The veiw is a collage of brown and grey shades. As a crowd of people blend together at a distance.
Today is different.
With a fresh crapet of white - the trees can be seen as individuals from a distance. It brings back memories of battle. The people fought together in war yet fought as individual warriors. Here is the place where the battle to save this mountain rages now. An ache fills my heart and the sting of the wind brings water from my eyes.