Mountains

Usually when I come home from a trip, the mountains greet me. They are usually sharp and clear even in stormy weather. This time they are muted and have been since I have returned. Through sun, wind and clouds, they are still muted. Nature can teach us a lot if we would only pay attention. For me, the mood of the mountains and the fact that it rained here for nearly my entire vacation brings feelings of sadness. I am trying to figure out why.

By the mountains not greeting me lets me know that I must go.