I live at the top of a mountain.
I have to go on a trip to get home. It’s a straight path, a climbing trail. On my way home I have the chance to prepare for what I will feel when I arrive.
The ride home builds up anticipation of my arrival.
When I get there, nothing exists, except freedom. When I reach the top of the mountain on the lift or snowmobile, I see hear and feel freedom.
The world lies at my feet, I am at the top of the world.
The next thing I feel is on my carve away from home. The wind is crisp and clean, the trip down the mountain is exhilarating and it clears my mind.
I am the only one who chooses my route down the mountain. I am in control, but at the same time I have a respect for the mountain and for nature.
I live on the mountain; the mountain and I are one.
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