|Halla from the Eorimok Trail|
I am forever spoiled by Halla Mountain. Throughout the year, I am awe-struck and inspired again and again by this thumbtack-like mountain.
Some days, her royal Majesty refuses to deign us with her presence, rising above the low-hanging clouds that hug the ground. And on others, her magnetic force pulls in the few clouds, caching her face beneath a veil. How shy she seems.
|Feeling above the clouds up on Halla's Yeongshil Trail.|
And yet, then come those days where she bursts forth, crown and scepter for all to see, as though her timidity was only a passing phase. A brief memory to be forgotten. On those days, that first glimpse of Halla is always like an arrow to my chest; it stops me in my tracks, my breath hitching in my throat. I wonder if my eyes grow the longer I stare. Pulling them away from her peak is hard and I guess it's not only clouds that feel her magnetic pull. And on those days, I seek constantly for that next glimpse--for that better vantage point. How can others go about their mundane tasks so calmly? How can they not stop and stare?
"Have you seen her?" I want to ask. "Have you looked at Halla today?" I want to shout.
Maybe I'm crazy for feeling such elation from the sight of a mountain, but is it so wrong to find joy in nature?
|Someone else's snowman, chilling beside Halla's crown.|
With that glimpse in the distance, I'm done. If there's a hiker's anonymous, sign me up now... I'm sure I'll be in good company. It's like a hum in my bones or a poem in my soul. I can hear Maria singing, "climb every mountain" and I long to be off and away.
"The mountains are calling and I must go." You'll find me somewhere out there.
Love and Hugs
|Size is relative.|
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