Dear reader, it would be difficult to articulate my delight on the run this morning.
Whoever built these cairns has the mind of an architect, the hands of an artist, a poet's soul.
They weren't here last time I ran, just a few days ago. I can't imagine how they materialized. It doesn't seem possible a mere mortal could have created them.
I think it is much more reasonable to believe in the ancient Norseman.
Oh, ancient Norseman. Your tribute to love takes my breath away.
I hope you find what you're looking for...