Bleakness

The bleakness of day is sometimes worse than the dark.

Alive as a cell can be, an easy death that it meets. Healthy a human can be, and with time death heeds. Society blooming with progress, will devolve with regression. A planet abundant in uniqueness, that can end with bleakness. Complex systems that existed, left traceless as black holes prevail. An interconnected sophisticated universe will end up confiscated and left darkened. I wonder, I can exist once and disappear, but will I ever exist again?

Snowsheds and snow fences protect the line on either side of Semskfjell, but the country soon begins to lose some of its bleakness, and the tree line is regained at Lønsdal (1,680 ft. above sea-level), where the line is high on a hillside, commanding widespread views of the mountains.

And there are few better ways to enjoy the rugged bleakness of the fells than from a nice warm train, especially when the weather's constantly changing as the day slips away.