Day 208 of Wonder

Sweeping skies, vineyards, farms, forests and summer mornings. The grapes are in their teenage years, not fully formed but not babies anymore. Already the first crop harvests have happened and the forest, burgeoning with life is being carefully managed. Despite these controlled efforts to bend nature to our whims and needs, standing at this lookout can still feel like a breathtaking wild moment. The sky remains un-tameable. Is it perhaps the last great frontier?