The diary game: seeing Red mountains.

Neatly tucked away in the heart of the desert, the mountains were lit up by the dying sun, making their red peaks, burn like some ancient fiery giants. These steep red cliffs created by millions of years of eroding surfaces appeared to have some light absorbing qualities. The land and the sky were painted in a quilt of orange and pink sky but such colors had nothing to nothing on the battered beige and red brittle earth beneath. Rough overhanging rocks with acute angles were all over the place as the crisscrossing trails took one through deep gorges. The stark beauty of its surroundings was quite welcoming yet terrifying such was the might of nature. As day light vanish the mountains went deep into darkness but their burning brightness does not fade and keeps on lighting the deserts below. The red mountains here were the only witnesses that kept the whispers of old proverbs. They were beautiful. Possible the beauty of our planet’s features reside in an inappropriate change. That's all on the peak, the valley or ridge was a history of the past that has flown like a river both chanting and calling out with every touch in the stone.