No buffer between you and the world here. It’s so empty out here I can practically feel my emotions bouncing off the surfaces around me. It charges the air until I’m enveloped in a soft comfortable womb of myself and sky and sunshine on my nose. I’m practically humming at this point like a small electrical station. For a moment there is nothing wrong in this world and no weight or fear presses in on me. Cares are just passing clouds, and the horizon is the shape of your lips before they kiss me. The wind lifts up and twist a trindle of hair at the nape of my neck and I feel it shifting like God ran his finger around it. It gently lands back against my skin and I hear the crunch of gravel as it loosens from the shift of my weight and trickles down the mountain. The moments broken and I clammer down from my perch and head back towards my small party to rejoin life as we know it.
The Quiet of Yourself