insects, bugs, filled every nook and cranny that the rocks have left exposed. their small bodies look much bigger as they fly and crawl from every edge. i follow several of the bugs to the edge of the mountainside, and for a moment i feel light and free-floating as if i was one of them. i look down and see people inching along in their cars. choking traffic. but up here, i can\u2019t hear anything.<\/p>\n
i normally listen to music, but here the wind uses the trees as an instrument \u2013 a muted trombone perhaps, while flying insects make a bass-like sound. the heaviness in my body seems to lift, even if momentarily. the sounds of this place appear to be shifting, each rock\u2019s irregular shape and jagged edges softened by the wind, the tall, swaying grass producing a faint \u201csh\u201d sound.<\/p>\n
when i reach the peak, it is still. i am still. the birds appear to stop chattering. my feet have stopped shuffling, even the wind has stopped rustling the bushes. all of the weight i was carrying in my mind, and body, seem to disappear. i can finally catch my breath. never have i felt such a sense of peace in a single moment. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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