Happy Hour [Lyric Poem]

The valley stretches in such a way
 that it gets sun but one hour a day.
That Happy Hour when the sun aligns
 upon dewy grass and deep green pines.
The local villagers, they all know
 when they should come and when they should go.
But that Happy Hour is not for either.
 It's to face the sun and take a breather.

Dark Valley [Haiku]

in the dark valley,
eyes settle on the one hilltop
 graced by sunlight.

Yin & Yang [Haiku]

the sunny side
of the mountain falls into
a cloud’s shadow.

DAILY PHOTO: Tunnel of Nine Turns

DAILY PHOTO: Himalayan Afternoon

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PROMPT: Mountains

Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

Definitely mountains. The beach has its time. But I have a finite tolerance for heat, sand, and – worst of all – people. Mountains usually have less of all three, and rarely more than two out of three.

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Darjeeling

DAILY PHOTO: Big Almaty Lake: Two Views

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from the Goecha La Trail

DAILY PHOTO: Autumn in North Carolina