Mountains of My Mind
I stop to admire a flower and wonder what she is doing. I turn a corner, see a bird and think of the latest outrage he tweeted. I touch the tall pine and politics dominate my thoughts. I go up the rise, hard rock beneath my feet, and think of nuclear tipped missiles falling from space. But I push harder, sweat more, and go farther up this mountain. Soon, I take in the view and my mind is blank, quiet. I look around and all there is, is nature. And me.
From the mountain top
The Earth spreads out calm below
The world seems at peace
I need refuge from Mankind
The turmoil of daily life
I am an extreme Introvert. My mind drowns out all sounds around it. Sometimes I need to go where there is no competition, no distraction from people talking. I need to go where there are no sounds made from Man. On a deserted beach at dawn, or deep in the forest, or high on a mountain top, I can be me. Sometimes that mountain only exists in my head.
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