Look at you, mountain, all painted up like a tart with your morning sun. You make me sick.
Here's them the other morning, when I got up and just wanted to be cross with the world and make some cinnamon toast. But instead I had to be all, "ooooh, look at the mountains, isn't that spectacular? I better go get my camera...."
Spindrift or whatever it's called, blowing off the cornice. Snow and ice, lit by the warm glint of the first precious rays of -- No. Stop. I have shit to do today. No time for this.
Tired of it.
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