“The mighty mountain stands alone. As we gaze upon her vast snow laden peak we feel humbled. Glistening white snow gently caresses the exposed jagged rocks lingering underneath. The summit wind has a subtle magnetism which draws us in. The thin cool air brushes past our skin and rushes deep into our lungs as if soothing us from the inside out. There is nothing comparable to the feeling that overcomes us as we stand upon her ruggedly enchanting crown. The royalty she allows us to witness is expressed in the deep greens of the lush forest below. The cool rushing water slips past our feet and makes its way downwards to the emerald infused aline lakes. Tiny specks of lavish purple flowers are harmonious placed in jest by mother nature as she invites us to observe her grandeur. A feeling of untouchable isolation overcomes us, but is quickly replaced with the soothing understanding of unity with our surroundings. We are a part of this beautiful land. It is up to us to tell her stories. The mountain eagerly writes her wisdom with the wings of fearless feathers darting across the endless open sky. She writes with the shrill sound of bugling elk echoing off her shale fortress. She writes with the uncharted steadiness of her sure-footed inhabitants – the milky white mountain goats. She writes with the conviction of an eternal force gently flowing deep below the surface we stand on. The mountains write for us and we write for them.”
This excerpt is from a book I’m working on which is almost complete. It’s a bit of a teaser, if you will, to the deeper works written within. All material is copyrighted.