Goodnight World

Those little known peaks between the big ones are sometimes the last to be lit by the setting sun. They bear silent witness to the dark valleys of human activity below, unmoved by our follies and joys. Can we achieve a similar kind of stability, observing our own changes, for better or for worse, with total equanimity? Otherwise I simply liked the light tonight, knowing there are both chamois and bouquetins up on those ridges.