There is a place.
Filled with life. Devoid of it.
Far away. A walk out the door.
A perspective. On life. On self. On necessity.
For me, that place is on top of a mountain.
No particular mountain. Any will suffice.
It is where I long to be. It is where I feel welcome.
It is safe. Yet can be treacherous.
It is wide open. Yet requires careful steps.
It allows me to breath. Yet takes my breath away.
It is anywhere. It is everywhere.
It is home.
Take a walk. Sit a while. Swim in that lake. Stand under that falls. Climb those boulders.
Watch the birds. Listen to the wind.
Breathe. Smile. Laugh. Live.
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