The Mountains are calling

The mountains are calling my name there is something about being in the mountains. I'm not sure I can explain it really but I'm going to give it a try. When we are head towards the mountains I can feel this ball of tension just leave my body. When I'm there everything goes away, there is no stress, no worry, just the sound of my shoes crunching on the gravel, the wind whistling through the tree's and creatures hidden scampering away. The world rights itself and I'm at peace, I can feel the Spirit of my Creater all around me. I can see His hand at work in all that surrounds me. In the mountains I can be me, the mountains don't care if I'm overweight, they aren't concerned with the fashions I do or don't wear and they don't care if I'm all gussied up or not. All the mountains care about is that I come by to visit them. They want me to hear the songs they sing. To see the sculptures they have craved from stone with wind and water. I have no words that can even begin to express the beauty of the mountains.