the posts of all your friends run through your hands like rainbow trout flashing in the river, you see the sun setting over the treeline and forget if this is all real

But then you put aside the phone, the computer and what not. You listen to the breeze rustling the leaves of trees, birds chirping, and you feel the gaze of the suns' rays upon your face. You cast your eyes upon the mountain face... the mountains don't care; So cast aside your woes and perils. You are here.