Mountains

For more years than I can remember I have been forming a deep attachment with mountains. I was not born on or near any mountains, other than Pine Mountain in Georgia, which is really not much of a mountain. At first I was only vaguely aware when I went somewhere near any mountain that it "felt" quite different. Now I require periodic closeness to mountains to feed my soul. To cross the foothills of any mountain range and get the first glimpse of the mountains on the horizon simply takes my breath away. I breathe deeper and longer of the air in the mountains that has been cleansed by the beautiful trees. That first breath is simply life affirming to me.

At one time I thought the Rocky Mountains were the ultimate for me. Then I lived in Denver for three years and realized they did not fulfill all my needs. When I wound up in North Carolina and discovered the Blue Ridge Mountains I found that those did satisfy my needs in so many ways that I may not have yet discovered them all. I get the same feeling as I described above, but so much more. Not all of which I understand at this point.

I will just keep learning.....