I do not know what I was looking for, still, but I do know I found it.

A barren edge on the windswept side of a mountain. No, not barren. Treeless. The valley below stretches for... I do not know but all sound here is natural. Birds sing and wind occasionally whips all above the gentle roar of a river. I am in the clouds here. Some of the road before was above the clouds, but here the wind drivs the ethereal mists up and over the ridge and around me.

The outcrop I perch on is littered with human detritus - brass, glass, cigarette butts, a tissue. I am sad. I think about taking the tissue but I will not. There is melancholy beauty even to this - though reckless and harmful, humans contain their disruption, respecting quiet beauty.

(accompanying photos at http://imgur.com/a/qMAZg )