Wednesday, January 30, 2008

the Mountain

I remember those last few years in Portland, waking up to the grey morning light filtering through the east-facing windows. Watching as the sun slowly burned away the bitter heaviness of the clouds to reveal the glistening whiteness of The Mountain. I would stretch out my arm to it; as if it was a jewel just out of reach… it felt special, like the world was revealing some of its beauty to me. I remember feeling elation, awe and mystery at the site... a mystery that would drive me to seek out my own path away from here.