A strange mist shrouds the Peak at early dawn. Sipping luke warm tea I eye the white frost sitting silently. Mysteriously the mist dissolves and the Rock
looks down at me with clear vision.
I glance upwards towards the Macedon Ranges and feel the energy it gives the Rock.
I turn slowly and walk towards the car with my back to the Rock.
It’s time to leave but I will be back for another dose soon.
© Shane Arthur Sleeman 2001-2017