If we were walking through these fields together, I might say in passing, how beautiful it is here. I might tell you, there’s nothing like this sunshine. Or how much my heart opens in the expanses of these kinds of places. I might tell you, there’s something in the air that allows me to breathe in a little deeper. A found refuge, to these mountains I’ve been climbing.
And the wonder of it all is, no matter how high our peaks are, we keep going. Still open. Still trekking forward. With curiosity, wonder. Just softening into the great divide.