By the very day break, I had already climbed up to the spot I had chosen for the photos.
At a certain point, the tense east wind became stronger and began to lift patches of light clouds towards the vertiginous mountain ridges. Ethereal puffs lingered on the ridges before being pushed over and dissolving, disappearing from view. But while some were leaving, others were arriving, in a continuous succession. I watched spellbound and enjoyed, in silence, that hypnotic spectacle, that deep breath of the mountain.
