Friday, January 4, 2013

The Mountains

Amidst the constant tumult of life, there was one thing that never failed, one thing that never left her. The mountains were always there, as close as her next heartbeat. She’d fallen in love with their jagged tree-covered peaks, cool green in the summer, caught on fire in the fall, stripped bare in winter only to grow green and new again every spring. Their every mood was as familiar to her as the rhythm of her own breaths. Her favorite was when they were dappled with cloud shadows and sunbeams on a late summer day. Even if she ever left them, they’d still be in her heart as all constant friends remain.


1 comment:

  1. My heart! I love love love the mountains. Beautifully written.


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