“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings”

Snow Clouds gather in the Sky and feel Hill is touching the Sky!!!!

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love. 

William Butler Yeats

Lake....

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it the deep heart's core.

William Butler Yeats