Field note: Rock Spark

In the mountains every step rings on rock, and the air grows thin and clear.

Today I come across a Rock Spark — tiny · plain · wings · sparks.

Sparks leap when they are happy. At night you see them from afar — by day you only hear the crackle.

If you want to meet one yourself: Mountains, Highlands. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

The next one appears tomorrow — a new species every day.

Earlier notes