I find a rhythm in the mountains.
When the morning air is chilled.
And the glow of daybreak first touches the peaks.
I find a rhythm in the mountains.
When the dirt trail meanders forward.
And the granite illuminates as the day awakens.
I find a rhythm in the mountains.
When the scents of sage and sunrise fill my lungs.
And the quiet and calm of the land become my mind.
There’s a simplicity in closeness with nature. A primal resource, our connection is deeper than we may fully perceive. We are of the earth, illuminated by the sunrise, and pulled by the moon as the tides are. With the seasons, like plants and light we grow and expand and rest and hibernate. Evolving and revolving with the earth. In these moments of recognition I experience my calmest and most genuine self. A self at home on the trail in the Eastern Sierra. A place and space where I feel free and inspired.