Diaspora Mt Wellington #1

I have a vivid memory of a time when I was on the Mountain, drawing among the stones on the edge of the void where the dolerite standing stones are leaning into space and where many have tumbled down the side of the escarpment. I had my back turned to the edge then, turning around, found the mountain side veiled, the stone cloaked with mist and a feeling of vertigo and dread forced me back from the brink. It was thrilling and very very spooky! Numinous!