Silence

Summer Madness

Even after almost three years of being back in the States, I still find certain things hard to adjust to. Stress is one of those items. The US is all about time lines, deadlines, coffee, rush hour, cell phones, Blackberries, iPods, wireless internet, mass transportation, and RockStar. Thinking about it makes my blood pressure go up.

Maybe it is living in the city. Alaska was quiet. Hiland Mountain was quiet.

I grew up on a mountain away from pretty much everything. In retrospect, it was glorious, but one of those things unappreciated with youthful wants. No neighbors. No Mormons. No Girl Scouts. No crazy people spitting foam on you as you walk to the T. Just you, the mountain, and the occasional moose and bear.

Standing in the woods while the light white snow falls is the most serene moment man can experience.

Second only to lying on the mountainside in a purple crumpled sled as the Northern Lights shimmer and dance, and bask you in their sea green glow.

I miss the mountains. I miss the peace.