It had been wickedly hot all weekend.
The evening would give us some respite and I’d walk in the shade of the forest to the lake for a dip.
On the way home I wandered a new path that I hadn’t taken the day before.
The wind started whirling around and it felt like a storm was coming in.
The grasses began to dance and swirl around me.
I could hear the crowds at the mountain bike race cheering loudly in town but at the same time I felt the bliss of solitude.
Just me and my camera.
This is that moment.
