Night Shift

Storms up in the mountains, laying in my tent sheltered from the soaked ground & pines overhead. Just after finishing up "Night Shift", a book of short stories by Stephen King, I slipped back into my boots & out onto the ridge to see what wood I could gather to start a fire for some warmth & dinner later. The rain had come to a ominous flow of mist & wind, the landscape had grew into dark layers of valley & passes. After taking some time to snap this image & thank the heavens for giving us this planet to absorb & walk upon, I walked into a downed pine tree. Fire was underway.

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