Alpenglow of the insouciant nubivagant species

This week I again intend to travel on foot to the same place I went on January 1st on foot. And looking back at that moment of Carpe Diem that helped me seize this new year from day one; I get reminded of the cerulean, deep blue skies and the glorious highest mountains of the world in their alpenglow or dawn and dusk rosy glow on mountains on a clear day, that I saw during the journey.

Today I ponder on our species which I see as carrying the same alpenglow in the dusk and dawn but don't know what happens everyday in between these two moments. It seems like we are insouciant or indifferent regarding the days of our lives, kind of appearing like free of worries, concern or anxieties and we are nubivagant it seems like our head is in the air or clowds and it seems like the alpenglow is gone that was in the dusk but it appears as if by magic in the dusk again with us.

At times I try to look at this world from an Empyrean eye- a heaven's eye and see what we do along the day time from the hills and mountains and sometimes from being near water. Only when I am up there do I notice the abendrot, the color of the sky while the sun is setting. Even the welkin or the sky is visible to me only when I am up there somewhere. Where I have grown up, we have no oceans or seas to go ponder but here in the hills and mountains I can still imagine some of these things about what oceans and seas may have possibilities for us humans in between the Alpenglow.

I can see it clearly, the marmoris- the shining surface of ocean, I have been only once near the ocean but it's there in my memory that shining surface. I can feel the meltem or the sea wind that blows from the ocean. I see the paralian, one who lives by the sea during these vivid imaginations from above the hills. I feel the depths of the benthic fishes where I dipped my only time for an hour before I got on to a plane in a hurry.

All this vivid imagination make me an aviothic in between these hills and mountains; giving me strong desire to fly or be up in the air. I can't do much but I still try climbing above my general urban setting into the skies. I don't know why but may be I am trying to maintain my alpenglow during these days that in the nights too I get euneirophrenia, peace of mind that comes from having pleasant dreams. How many of us of the insouciant nubivagant species can say that today? I doubt not many.