Mountains hold amongst themselves, in each of their valleys, shared between their neighbors, an air of majesty.
Sit upon the peaks, peering into unknown forest as the wind buffs your face clean of all obligations; carpeting your thighs with a buttery smooth gentleness that caresses your mind into relaxation.
Regal pines strike back against the enormous pressure at sea level, raising up to thin the air and to thin your worry.
Here you are lost in the grandeur of something greater than yourself, but never greater than it really is.
In the valleys shared between mountains, on the windy peaks, the mountains swallow you up, absorb you.