As I wander, I begin to feel the mountain's embrace. The sunlight arrives in colored shafts all around me. The high peaks, the trees, and the leaves sing as I walk among these lucky inhabitants of the mountain. Can all this be real? Am I meant to see, the feel, to experience nature to the point where my mind and body want to explode into the light that shines all around me?
The mountain laughs and whispers, "Walk around the lake."
So I do. Halfway around the lake, I see the reason for the journey. The water shines. The sky consumes me in its blueness. The mountain smiles and the distant canyon country opens up before me. Close to me, ducks land on the water. I feel myself gliding with them, feeling the cool, still water under my tail. Closer yet, the ripples near the shore make me want to dissolve into their sparkles of light. I am head over heels in love with this great big wonderful mountain.
Thank you, mountain.