Mountains

Mountains are my happy place. Clean crisp air that begs for a sweater. Evergreen trees everywhere, shading the floor and dropping their needles. A noisy stream playing somewhere with the rocks and fallen branches. 

When I was pregnant and learning how to cope with the pain of labor soon to come, I was told to close my eyes, breathe deep, and imagine my happy place. It’s crazy how much that little exercise really does help to take your mind off of the pain. I still go to the mountains in my mind.