What then if there’s no time for leisure
to stand on the top of the hill in solitude;
No time for pleasure to view the theater
Of nature’s play on the stage of magnitude?
P.S.: I think the music ‘Top of the World’ by the Carpenters strikes the chords of my impression on the view I witnessed on the top of the loop. So here I made a little video for a lark.
A Cat in the Mirror 