"I live on mountain-time now, I live in the mountains. I watch storms brewing and count seconds between lightening and thunder. I read books about cowboys and Comanches and I imagine a time when the west wore no fences. I scour the ground for feathers and arrowheads. I climb and descend. I summit. I glory in a mountian life; the lowlands seem a distant memory. I almost forget the time I spent there - the bounty of oxygen, the sound of the sea. My life in the city - a dream. My heart expands infinitely here, with the altitude, encompasses all around, above and below. I am a mountain girl... and I am home."
journal 8.2.13
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