driving up north to what i originally thought was a small logging town, i was overwhelmed by the greatness of the sky and the mountains around me. these are my mountains, those my family would drive to every weekend from the day i was born to when i turned about ten and our family life took a 180 turn, not necessarily for the best. those where i first experienced peace and carelessness.

i was looking in the rearview mirror, comparing the color of the sky and the road behind me with the path that lay ahead and surprised myself thinking that i prefered watching the scenery disappearing behind me. the colors seemed more vivid, the mountains just a little bit higher.

i think, sometimes, i get a little too nostalgic. comtemplating past events rather than looking at the present. i also spend a great deal of time imagining a bright, precious future, thinking two steps ahead instead of concentrating on where i'm actually setting my feet.

and i deeply feel the need to change that.