I searched for a different perspective but it seems to remain the same, like this view into a rock cavity in the Hollow.
I got covered in seed ticks and sat a while to remove them. I wondered what their use was when they were created because I could see no beauty in them today. I left my shoes and camera case and traveled.
My favorite place is before me and I climb no more. The ferns stretch their beautiful green fronds to the sky and the lichen clings to the rock for its sustenance. Sometimes I can associate with the lichen and that is pretty sad.
I thought, maybe, this would have resolved my self-pity but it only seemed to enrich it because I saw the work to be done there and not the beauty.
Got any solutions?