Someone’s Flying A Drone

I saw the Milky Way last night. A bit of it, anyway. So many stars. I’m in a shallow valley in northern Norway. Someone’s flying a drone overhead, because everyone here is overwhelmed by the loveliness of the place. It’s been years since I’ve seen the mirrored mountain lakes of this region, and I’ve never seen the Milky Way before, not even a bit of it. The air is crisp and scented, the water blue and cold in the way you forget river water is supposed to be. The sun is creeping across the mountains, picking out the gold amongst the green. 
The others just scattered away from the drone. I’m just going to sit up here in the open air with my coffee while they set themselves on fire. Letting the world stop for a bit.