“The sky was rarely more than pale blue or violet, with a profusion of mighty, weightless, ever-changing clouds towering up and sailing on it, but it has a blue vigour in it, and at a short distance it painted the ranges of hills and the woods of fresh deep blue. In the middle of the day the air was alive over the land, like a flame burning; it scintillated, waved and shone like running water, mirrored and doubled all objects, and created great Fata Morgana. Up in this high air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart.
In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am where I ought to be.”



OUT OF AFRICA AND SHADOWS ON THE GRASS from ISAK DINESEN (Karen Blixen) Vintage International Edition, October 1989


Dream it from above and live it on the ground.