I hiked a mountain today. Being the impulsive woman I am, I grabbed my MP3, told Jessi where I was going, and drove up to the trail head.
The air was hot and thick with the smell of sweet grasses. The sun was brilliant as it blinded my ramblings across the rocky trail. Wildflowers grew everywhere, first in yellows, then in periwinkle blue and vibrant reds. After scampering, savoring, frolicking up the mountain, I managed to reach the summit.
On the way to the top I had blasted music but as I sat on the kearn and looked out on the entire valley, I turned everything off and listened to the wind rushing past. It was therapeutic to know I was all alone up there on top of the world. A place where no one could touch me. A place where I could leave all of my muddled confusing thoughts behind and focus on more important things like the inhale and exhale of each breath, the sun kissing my bare skin, the pounding of my own heart.
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