It was like we entered another world.
Lush greens breaking through stone. Moss lovingly clining to rock. Flowers lounging on hillsides.
Places to climb, caves to explore, openings that took your breath away. No city streets, no cars, no cans, no bottles, no dog shit, no radios, no shops, no people...just the rock, the flowers, the bird song...
and the view at the end.
Be it the age of the stone, the secret birds singing us along, the gusts of wind that only knew mountain tops or the racing clouds that rolled through the rock formations, I'm not sure, but the grace and rich tranquilty of the place was so comforting. Solitude gained a vibrant hue and a profundity that I'd never allowed it before...it's when the Self is overpowered by something greater...like nature, that loneliness transcends into holiness.
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