I have run away to the mountains yet again. In all seasons I find it breathtaking, peaceful and comfortable. For anyone who finds joy and contentment in peace and solitude, this is the place to spend a few days, a week or even more. So much to do, so little to do.
I find the ride to the cottage to be almost meditative, peeling away layers of commotion and disquietude; all of it left behind. A peace sets in the closer I get to the cottage.
The solitude pulls me in. The rolling hills take on a heightened stature and character as the roads wind through the landscape. Each corner brings a new surprise, an unfamiliar beauty, a alternative perspective.
I have been here before; I will be here again. That is, if I have not reached my quota of all things good and beautiful and deserved.