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I was being stalked by something large and threatening foot falls behind me but there was no-one there an uninvited guest to me he is beckoning shimmering rings, rainbow his head in the air I know Bigfoot looms large in swathes of shifting grey. I'm above the clouds stood with my back to the sun the dark figure motions to his trembling prey "oh circular glory, to you I'm outrun sat cowering beneath the Brocken Spectre the circle was broken and the Grey Man walked free was he a Troll or some Mountain Protector? Oh! Hideous encounter, the Grey Man was me!
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Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
The Grey Man ( Brocken Spectre )
I was being stalked by something large and threatening foot falls behind me but there was no-one there an uninvited guest to me he is beckoning shimmering rings, rainbow his head in the air I know Bigfoot looms large in swathes of shifting grey. I'm above the clouds stood with my back to the sun the dark figure motions to his trembling prey "oh circular glory, to you I'm outrun sat cowering beneath the Brocken Spectre the circle was broken and the Grey Man walked free was he a Troll or some Mountain Protector? Oh! Hideous encounter, the Grey Man was me!
When you are stood with your back to the sun, your shadow is cast into the mist. The halo is caused by an optical illusion called a 'glory' where diffracted light is reflected back at you. It has a greater effect when you are above the clouds. 'Brocken' is named after a mountain kn Germany that is renowned for this phenomina.
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61/M/Lincoln, England
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
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