I’ve been told to get my head out from the clouds so very many times that I probably wouldn’t be able to count it. I’ve been told it by my parents, grandparents, teachers, and even people I once considered friends. But the mountains taught me to keep my head in the clouds, to keep dreaming and reaching higher than anything else.
What happens in the mountains stays… with you for the rest of your life.
There are so very many things the mountains have taught and continue to teach me.
To stand tall and strong through every storm.
To let only the sun, wind, rain and snow paint wrinkles of age on my face.
To be wild and free, with my head in the clouds, while being the rock for those who might need one.
There is so very much more, and even more of that which cannot be put into words. And for that, I am and will be forever grateful to those most beautiful places in the world.