The darkness settles around the bench that is currently holding me above dueling mountain ranges, like silt slowly making it’s way to the bottom of a slow moving southern stream. The isolation here is tangible, but not in a sad way. It’s a beautiful Isolation, the kind that I’ve learned to seek over the past ten years…

As my eyes slowly adjust to the pitch dark, perception begins to shift towards the faint lights in the valley of these two magnificent… to the lives of people so far below the current altitude, where there is no awareness to the beauty in which they currently exist… Only trouble. They have no idea of the majesty that awaits them not even ten minutes away, the bustling, hustling, and constant rustling of every day life keeps them separated from the serenity that we are meant to have. And it’s a shame.

But as the sound of personal exhaling envelops the surrounding area- I begin to wonder how many of the people that I care about actually take the time to show appreciation to those around them, and step back from the bustle around them and see the absolutely amazing time they’re living in and how beautiful the world is.