Mountain splendor

I surveyed the land around me as I sat on a flat rock halfway up the grassy hill. The forest across the river below gave way to snowcapped peaks. Bluebirds added vibrant accents to the colorful carpet of wild flowers, and their song mingled with the trill of the meadowlark and harmonized with the whispering breeze as it sang among the pines. The scene was so perfect I cried. I sobbed actually. I didn't know why; we had been in that area many times before for weekend picnics and hikes. I wasn't sad at all. I couldn't understand the flood of emotion that engulfed me.

Years later, I read The Sacr...

 
 
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