“It was beautiful. The pinkness vanished and then it was all purple dusk and the roar of the silence was like a wash of diamond waves going through the liquid porches of our ears, enough to soothe a man a thousand years.”(Kerouac, Jack. Dharma Bums. New York: Penguin Group, 1986, P.71)
Time to wrap this one up with a few pictures looking down.
“When you get to the top of the mountain, keep climbing.”(Ibid.)
There are one or two other things I want to say before the end of the month, so I will be back soon.