The mountains have kept safe the soul of this land for time unmeasured and tell of it in words unspoken.
In the sunlight the mountain peaks are a celebration of greys, from sweet blue-slate to silver-white.
If the earth had a pulse it rose through the mountains, creating their bold silhouette. To my eye, their peaks are the green line of a doctor's graph. I saw those rocks at dawn, those slopes that give home to so much life, a foundation for trees and shrubs, grass and ferns. With blue above and below, in the sky and lake, ever lightening as the sun rose, I knew it would be a good day... I just knew.
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