Beinn Nibheis - Scene 2

Gravity enters my thoughts, what ever goes up has to come down. As i start my descent from the summit of this giant of the Grampians. My journey down is so different to the ascent. Clouds build for the evening mass. The breeze has magically transformed into a cutting wind, as the tallest of ferns whistle a goodbye. The melting snows still show their march, small waterfalls run into fast flowing burns. Lambs now hug close to their mothers, its as if they know nightfall is upon them. The quietness of the glens are a memory now as modern mans noise appears from the distance. The local mountaineer team are on the ascent on a training exercise. These unpaid volunteers put their own safety in danger to save others who are in danger. The orangy glow of street lights confirm my descent is complete. I head back home, tired, weary from my day on the highest mountain in my homeland. But so alive in the joys and sights that it allowed me to share on this day. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php