Monday, July 15, 2013


I'm on a mountain. I'm on a mountain and other mountains stand before me. They roll over each other in waves of green. Shadows from the clouds passing above creep atop the trees. Flowing onward and onward.

There's a woman sitting on a rock below me. She places a hand on the back of my calf and exhales slowly. Contentedly. Peacefully. She exhales.

And I look down at her for a moment, before a breeze brings me back to the view. To the wilderness sprawled out before me. I must take it in. I must remember this.

This seems like something to remember. Something worth looking back on later. Something.

So I open my nostrils and suck in the cool mountain air. Let the sun heat my skin. Feel the rocks under my boots.

Yes, this is definitely worth something.

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