The scenery was like few other places on Earth. I still have the pictures. The mountain top was 14,000 feet high. It really wasn't the tallest mountain in the world, but it was for me that day. Peaks surrounded the summit I was on, but I was looking down on all of them. Clouds hovered, suspended on most of them. They drifted by me in the thin air. I saw valleys carved by glaciers, and pools of deep alpine water dotted those valleys. Others walked around on the summit, but I could hear nothing but silence. 14,000 feet in the clouds of the sky, but total silence draped the mountain sides all the way to their valleys. Stupendous moments indelibly printed their time-stamps in the recesses of my mind.
On occasions when I need total peace, I retreat to this mountain top. I breathe in again the cool, soothing air. The intoxicating landscape takes me from any worry that has crossed my mind. It revives in me the faith I have that once again life can rest in such breathtaking beauty.
Then, I can make the descent to the mountainside floor for harmony with the flow of regular life.
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