A canyon between cliffs. A canyon waned under the hood of clouds. A canyon peeking through the clouds . A canyon so green and so beautiful that it holds a deep feeling of belonging. Perhaps I dreamt of this , or of living here someday. The fragrance of mist also the crisp air at times, kept wafting on my face. Sitting on the steep edge and waiting for the clouds veering , and to perceive the glimpse of the green hills peeping, makes everything so poised.