“In the Mountains”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Prompt: “I learn something every time I go into the mountains.” – Michael Kennedy

The wind whistled past me as I stood on the mountain. Even though I was far from the peak, the wind was strong, sending chills through my body. My hair whipped around my face, stinging my cheeks and bringing tears to my eyes. And yet, I didn’t move. I relished the feeling of the tiny pinpricks, the ruffling of clothing against my skin.

I’d never felt so alive before. All of my senses seemed to open in the mountains. Everything became so clear, so bright. The world opened before my eyes. I opened.

In the mountains, I could be myself. I didn’t need to hide, didn’t need to lie. I could be true to myself, for even just this moment, and no one would ever know.

I could be me. And as the fresh mountain air filled my lungs, I discovered that I loved being alive. I loved being me.

Final Comments: I really miss travelling.

Overall Rating: 😶