LOUDS FLOW BENEATH ME LIKE WATER IN A RUSHING SPRING STREAM AS THE WORLD DARKENS. I stand atop Clingmans Dome, the highest point in the Great Smoky Mountains, looking down upon a milky sea of rolling mist, mountain tops poking out like islands in a storm. A thirty second exposure reveals the colors of twilight, and paints the landscape with blue brush strokes. April 2009, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee/North Carolina.