The High Plateau: Wind, distance, and a horizon with nothing urgent in it

Isla Merriweather

A high plateau stretches out until the sky simply takes over, and nothing out there is asking anything of you. This listen moves at the pace of wind across open ground: long views, the hush before a gust, grass bending in slow waves, and a horizon that never hurries toward anything. There is no story to follow and nowhere to arrive. Just distance, breath, and the quiet permission to drift until sleep takes you.