There is a quiet beauty in these mountain hikes. A sense of awe and wonder. A deep knowing of being among Ancients. A profound respect for the nature around me. We’re interconnected, interdependent. I breathe out, the trees breathe in. I feel grounded as I see mountains stretched high. Shadows seep across the ground in mystical ways. I feel un-alone. Utterly un-alone. When alone. In these places. Standing silent within these arms of Earth.
Joining in with others this November, using the Write Alm prompts found here- http://writealm.com/november-prompt-a-day/36 degrees