Road no 1, afternoon

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2014/05/24 at 19:07

The black sand eventually gives way to some sparse yellow grass spreading out over the fields, the snowy mountains looming closer, masses of ice blocks from the glacier spilling out onto the grass. The road curves away from the mountains, running through fields of greenish yellow, the glaciers tumbling down in the distance. The road curves back and the mountains grow higher but less steep, slopes of sand running down towards the sea. The grass grows higher and the mountains become darker again, and more rocky, tendrils of broken black cliffs crawling out on the plane, the road snaking between them in wide curves.


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