Wilderness is a necessity…. this is what I sense at this point if you solicit me to sum up….To get up on a magnificently bright morning, in a tent you pitched with friends beneath long wild grasses , and to gaze out lazily and sleepily for a moment from the open side of the tent, across the dead camp-fire of the night before, to the small lake, where the light of morning rests and possibly some early-rising; in the very joy of living; or to wake at night. When you have rolled in your barely managed bed sheets, and to look up through the leaves above to the dark sky and the flashing stars, and hear far off the call of a night bird… this is the poetry, the joy of a wild and feeling your wild existence, which cannot come too often…including a long walk around the mountain grass field for possible place too PEEE… …
Yeah… No matter how sophisticated you may be…. a beautiful remote village, early morning mountain mist, warm people, sleeping under open sky, counting countless starts cannot be denied. It touches you to the core and in middle of the night it speaks in silence to the very core of your being… More like how it felt to be in the wild.
I am still intertwined in the images of stars, clouds and camp fire at night…ahhhh such a moment to cherish forever. Whatever form it takes, this trip is soul enriching and character building in some what manner, there can be few such satisfying moments and I am proud to have one…. right here…. very moment. I like to do is sit back and take in nature. To look at the birds, listen to their singing, go hiking, camping and running, playing games with team mates and sometimes being alone with the great outdoors. It’s very special to me. It allows you to be yourself…. you can get really dirty. So no one else sees you, or everyone you’re with is just as dirty as you are, so nobody really cares.
Is not it Mountains always encourage awe in any human person who has a soul??? I understand that they ring a bell us of our unimportance, of the briefness of our span upon this busy urban life. There is solitude in every breath you take in, or perhaps a solemnity, which I cannot explain or account for. Thoughts come to me at this time that I never have at any other.
Stay Simple…Stay Gold..!!!!