A fresh covering

A little rain over the last few days has freshened Canigou's snow cap. After this morning's online hatha yoga I walked up to the belvedere along the path to Kipling's rock. It reminded me of how he described the mountain. “I came here in search of nothing more than a little sunshine. But I found Canigou, whom I discovered to be a magician among mountains, and I submitted myself to his power… I watch him with wonder and delight. Nothing that he could do or give birth to would now surprise me, whether I met Don Quixote himself riding in from the Spanish side, or all the chivalry of ancient France watering their horses at his streams, or saw (which each twilight seems quite possible) gnomes and kobbolds swarming out of the mines and tunnels of his flanks.”