My dearest mountains,
So I can’t deny it really. I did have a fling with the sun, sand and the sea. I have to admit – it was exhilarating! If we have to be honest, then let’s put it all out. In the spirit of experimenting with new things in life, I….err…hooked up with art, architecture, and culture too. As flings go, this one was enjoyable too. And not just because all new things are exciting – it was just the sheer personality of culture! Oh the conversations! We just connected. What can I say?
But you, you my dearest mountains…they are not you. You speak to my soul. Oh its not your breathtaking beauty, not your sheer magnificence, not your strength, not your might, not even your simplicity.
It’s the way you make me feel. Its how my skin tingles when your cold breath touches me; its how my heart races with excitement…and yet feels totally comforted when I am with you. Its how playful I feel when the wind blows the hair into my face; its how free I feel when I walk up to your summit, and gaze into nothingness. Its how I feel embraced when you tower around me, rough, raw, and yet so kind.
It’s not easy though. Never was. We have had a rocky start to our relationship. We are still in a long-distance relationship. On most days, you tire me, test my patience, and leave me a wreck gasping in pain and frustration. But its all worth it, you know.
I only had to walk up to you..once again..to know that ..this was it. The real thing. I saw you, and everything looked so unreal.
And yet, everything made sense again.
Oh how can i can explain..
The sheer joy! The sheer joy of being with you. You make feel …excited..comforted..awed…
You, dearest mountains…honey..you are my ONE true love. Forever.