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| Hello again. |
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| View from “lunch” break at 2 am. |
Back in the mountains again over the summer, as the fates would have it. Hello, midnight sun. Hello waterfalls and rain-wet birch forests. Hello, lake of coldness. Hello, breathtaking vistas causing my heart to vibrate.
It is like returning to a lover. The physically palpable feeling of excitement and anticipation, the scent making me giddy, tears welling up in my eyes when seeing this place after a long time apart, thougths like why would I ever want to leave you again? manifesting unbidden in my mind. Heart beating faster and a huge grin spreading across my face as I wake up to the sight of it. Looking forward to reconnecting, to getting to know this place even better, come rain or sunshine, the constant urge to talk about its beauty and wanting to introduce my friends to it. Oblivious to most of its faults, feeling as if parts of me I’ve been missing keep falling into place when being close to it.
If that isn’t infatuation, I suppose I’ve never been in love. Apparently it is possible, at least for me, to feel the same about a mountain as about a person. Because what else but love would manage to drag me away from the wonderful people I hold so dear, way down South? Perhaps it is sad, because how could I ever hope for something so vastly larger than myself to ever love me back? But then again, what is life itself but a manifestation of the Universe’s love for, and yearning to discover itself?
Love and mountains,
Winterdragon
