I am in love with the mountains.
With the raging waters and the big, strong, tall mountains.
There really was no other way to explain it. The beauty I saw in just about everything was enough to leave me feeling speechless for the entire day. Yet somehow all I could do was talk, laugh, and sing loud to the music and throw my head out the truck window in the wind. There is no better way to go adventuring in the countryside than the time spent that day on highway 20. There is no better way than that to live life.
I felt like I was in a painting that came to life, only with more color and more meaning and more truth. Every corner we took gave us newer and even more beautiful views, if that was even possible. Even an old wooden fence on a logging road spoke beauty to my soul. It's like I was in a story, or a dream, or something.
Waterfalls depicted the raging passion my heart has for love and for life. The mountains made me feel so small yet so strong in who I am. The hills almost moved through the wind and the sun as they whispered secrets to me. The occasional wildlife reminded me that I was on planet earth and not on some distant place where nothing bad existed in the world. That's how I felt though. Like I had escaped to some paradise that only I knew about.
Heaven. At least a slice of it.
