
We sat at the ledge of the mountain, looking across the vast forest below, to the lake at the foot of the behemoth of earth and rock across from us. A biting, frigid wind blew at us from the valley, yet there we sat enjoying the song of a bird whose voice carried in the wind from some far off place behind the clouds which hid the rest of the range. Our thoughts, while unspoken, were one. This moment was created for us. The mysterious beauty all around was but a sign that we had almost reached the right place. Continue reading ‘Up the Mountain’

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