It’s been barely three weeks and it seems I miss my mountains already. State College was basically built in the geographic center of Pennsylvania. The gods only know what they were thinking. But drive fifteen minutes in any direction and you can be lost in the middle of absolutely nowhere.
I love those mountains. In the spring as everything begins to turn green. Almost a green haze seems to be floating in the air. The hot humid summers when the air is so thick and hazy you can almost reach out and grab it. In the fall the trees change into colors almost unimaginable. And the cold crisp winters when the air is clear and deer run around looking for food.
I’ve walked alone through those mountains for almost ten years. I’ve sketched in them, drank in them, and sat and read in them. OK I’ve done some things I’m not going to mention in them too. But most of all I would just sit for hours and think. I’d sit and clear my brain of all the crap that would build up in it. Looking around amazed at the beauty of something so simple but yet so stunning.
It’s something that’s really hard to explain.
“You can take the girl out of the mountains, but can you take the mountains out of the girl??”
I don’t know the answer to that yet. Time will tell.
I miss them. They keep me sane ….