"I heard them calling in the distance, so I packed my things and ran"
Views of the great smokies; pictures from an iPhone never do a good view justice. It has been a few weeks since my last post, and rather than dive into talking about my new job I want to write about the mountains. I had this idea in my head that this would be an epic post with lots of metaphors and connection of mountain life to reality, but I think I will keep it simple and just write about my feelings. I was inspired to blog this morning after a quick morning yoga practice on my balcony. The weather was cool, and the wind blew causing a calming sound of trees rustling and leaves falling. The sound reminded me of the quick backpacking trip Stephen and I took in the smokies last weekend. Nothing compares to the sound of mountain air. You haven't experienced true peace, until you wake up to a sunrise in the mountains. The air is crisp, the sky is a constant display of changing colors, and you can hear the wind so clearly. It's not loud, it's a different level of silenc...