Home

Sitting atop a mountain, facing east, I watch as amber and crimson stratus clouds melt into the cerulean sky above. The sun’s rays break through the far-off treeline, casting a soft glow over the landscape. A gentle winter wind, flowing from the west, rustles through cedar and evergreen trees, catching the viridescent blades of fresh, dewy grass. The air is thick with a sweet, spicy aroma—smoke from a distant campfire mingles with the woody, balsamic undertone of the forest and the delicate scent of wildflowers. Together, they envelop me. I breathe in deeply, savoring the rich fragrance, and close my eyes.

I am Home.