For a moment, it felt like I owned the world’s best paintings. The eastern sky was a cottony pink, white and blue. The western sky, on the on the other hand, seems to be on fire.
But it was, of course, just an illusion. In a split second, all were gone and the path was impossible to follow. Fortunately, I timed it right and I was almost back at the Spier Hotel.
The fact that there was no one to share the view with made it incomplete. For a moment, however, it was most enjoyable. And it is hard not to think it was meant for us to enjoy.