I’m in super-love with my new landscape. After spending most of my life (except for the first 10 years that were in hilly country; foothills of Appalachia) in flat-flat-flat lands, I am back in mountains. I can’t get enough of them.
I think (???) the honeymoon period for this move is over…but I still love the mountains. I can’t get enough of seeing a clear ridge line on a clear day, the difference in the sky and the air (it’s hard to explain), the way streams rush down the mountains after it rains, the way light plays over the mountains and the various shades of greens. I feel as if my body is celebrating in tune with the mountains. I constantly see a mountainous horizon. This makes me very happy.
Why are we drawn to certain landscapes? This fascinates me to no end.