Stonehenge, the greatest henge of them all.
If you look at the clouds, you’ll notice that they are swirling about above the stones. The higher altocummulus clouds were sailing by at immense speed. The lower whispy vertical formations, vapors that would trail the larger cummulus clouds, seemed to be attracted to the rock formation, as this photo shows. They looked just like cirrus clouds. But, such clouds are usually at about 20,000 feet.
Not only is it true that it is always windy on the plain, but everyone who is there is smiling. Because, as you walk up to the stones, an overwhelming realization grips you: There is a purpose to Stonehenge which alludes us at the moment. It makes itself known to you. You are completely awestruck in a way which is difficult to explain.
When we walked back to the taxi, the driver looked up from his book and smiled at me knowingly. “Not your average pile of rocks is it?”
No, indeed it is not.
