4.15.20 // Mountain Air

I love thin mountain air.
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The way the wind seems to pass through the air with calm serenity. My self-anointed spirit element dancing with ease. No thick veil of humidity weighing on its metaphorical shoulders.
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The way the dense trees start to thin.
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The way patches of snow bask in the sun without worry, even in the warm summer months.
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The way the high-elevation mountains make me feel so small and yet so grand with the challenge of potential and the temptation of freedom.
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The way my body searches for additional oxygen and slows me down when I'm not adjusted. My lungs letting themselves be known. A loving reminder that my body is equipped for environmental shifts. A loving invitation to keep changing.
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The way I'm prompted, every time I sip that thin intoxicating air, to recall that change, while uncomfortable, is where my body and mind thrive.
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The way I love that addicting cocktail of ideal philosophical stimulation, full sensory exploration, and simple elemental value.
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I love thin mountain air.