The sky-blue bleeds into the daffodil yellow melting into the burning orange,

harshly interrupted by the black roaring mountains erupting from the earth.

Only for the magnificent mirror to continue again in those blues, yellows and oranges.

The shifts in the current tear through the fabric of the river, staining the blue with patches of coral pigment.

A blazing ball projects the beauty to only four eyes. Wonder only seen by two people. Wonder that can only be found and only be enjoyed in one of few places left that is truly wild.

Watching as the watercolour painting in the sky blends and bleeds, dripping colour down from the stars to the loch with life's meaning in each brushstroke.

The viewers take a breath, pausing for once, finding life's purest bliss, in a display of meaning through a hazy mist.