Just us two in a speeding car; twisting and weaving through the bare trees. Their tangled branches majestically draping over the foggy highway. The mist softens the future, blurring the edge of reality. As we move, new shapes magically reveal themselves. Unknown twist and turns of the mountain road keep us on our toes. Not forward in fear but, in awe of nature's cleaver tricks. Both feeling so moved by the beauty of it.