Glenorchy (a work of imagination)

 

How long she had been staring she was unsure, but everything mundane around her had faded away. The cluttered desk, weighed down by the old computer and piles of paper was no longer visible. Where it had once stood was the image she knew so well. The place, which, for five glorious months she had called home.

 

High above her stood the familiar ragged snow capped mountains. Commanding the skyline and piercing the clouds above, the towered over the dark expansive lake below. The great lake in its tranquillity mirrored the perfect, breathtaking image above. Only the occasional silent water bird broke the stillness of the reflection as it glided across the surface.

 

It was her favourite time of day, a few more hours and the scene would be covered by darkness. The soft lighting that dusk provided complimented and softened the extremes of its surroundings and made it appear ever more beautiful. The wind was gentle but bitterly icy as it blew over her face and through her hair, but she had to get this shot. Whether in years to come she would still be able to conjure this place, as it stood at this moment in time, in her mind was not something she was willing to put to the test.

 

As she listened to the gentle click of the shutter, she was distracted by a soft noise in the background. As she shook herself out of her daze, she lent over and answered her work phone.