It’s not me.

I was sitting with my feet, on the chair across from me, and camera in my lap.  I was thinking about the miles of  blueberry bushes we snacked on to arrive above this Alpine meadow.  The hikers at the table in front of me turned around and smiled.  I was humming a traditional German song I remembered from my childhood, a memory for them as well.  We certainly deserved the song as we were wandering along the mountain tracks, like the lyrics dictate.fullsizeoutput_1ffe

Clouds and mist had started our day and tempted us to go up in search of sun. That meant hiking to the top of Smittinhohe, Austria where the clouds dissipated in time for lunch, and the best view, or so we thought.

That’s when a tiny flash caught my eye. The camera lens confirmed it was someone more adventurous then me with THAT view.

Parasailing above the Austrian Alps.  Parasailing above me, below me, and through the clouds, like me.  What was he was thinking,  and more important what he was seeing?

And does it matter?

Maybe it is just meant to be


Wind Kisses, Donna

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