Back on the stage, my eyes watched eagerly as a heavy haze drifted through the ancient sentinels of the smoky mountains. The landscape was legendary; mythical in its own right. So much to be discovered in these wild lands so much to be left a mystery.
The clouds rolled in - with them the rain fell from the sky.
May your trails bey crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.