A View From The Top

Infertile. A stony bed of dry, parched mud with grass sprouting only in small patches is where I am standing at present, yet it delights  and invigorates me to be here. The grass here looks like green stubbles. A fern-like smell lingers about this place and I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with an ample supply of oxygen, instantly fuelling me up and rejuvenating my tired nerves.  

Looking above, as the moments creep by, the sky slowly turns colour to a deep purplish hue resembling the colour of grapes. Birds from a distance look like little moving dark speckles in the sky soaring and gliding freely, their musical humming muffled and hollow to our ears from where we are.