Your hills of green and rock, I gaze upon in contentment. I’ve found peace in the way the sun hits your face in the golden hour, reflecting your soft side. Your peak touching the sky, no matter which angle I look. Your character, texture, and grandeur, I marvel at the site. I know the exhaustive path it takes to get to you, the trenches so deep I am swallowed by them, but I want to see what you see. I want to hear what you hear. I want to rest upon your rock and lean into the blue.