Every Time I Look At A Mountain, Whether It Be On A Cool And Foggy Morning Where The Dewy Haze Highlights

Every time I look at a mountain, whether it be on a cool and foggy morning where the dewy haze highlights the dips and hollow valleys along the range, or the mid-afternoon sun hits the peaks just right the highlight and contrast then sharp peaks and crags, or even just gazing longingly at them from a distance on a day just after the fresh snow, to see the pale glistening blankets that cover them, I am always filled with such violent and undeniable elation. It feels right to be in a place where I can admire their towering heights and indomitable might.

I physically cannot get enough of seeing mountains in person, it straight up brings tears in my eyes every time I look at them.