A Tortured Sky

It’s not a smooth ride, but it is intoxicating. Standing at the foot of the mountain, I dream of being up there amid the ripples and rolls of this tortured sky, at one with the motion and absorbing the radiant yellow light. If I could paint such a sky, I should think I was in heaven and I would never stop. This is the sort of moment that lingers in our minds for an eternity.

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