24 August 2012
The mist hangs over the Scottish mountains, like long, grey cloaks. A shape in the mist reveals itself to be a majestic eagle. The eagle perches, neatly, on a rock by the lakeside. It dips its powerful beak into the clear, still water. When it's happily content it takes off, spreading its huge wings, and soars back into the silver mist.
Thirst • Opuss № I