![Winter on Halla](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06JDeu8lmBpOpXxrITJVNglVwuGpNWLls6J33sFseBQzHWXqTF-7N7ccsGgvYCDbn10ysMqV-kMk-jYbyumAzEoj-75F6t2_ztKpp9wpajq3IlusJd5Fh0Th3oR-vA4EDqNOyg6TfwuI/s640/2018-01-21+14.10.04.jpg) |
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.
![A group of hikers resting off the trail on the top of snow. You can see the field dropping off and the clouds hanging on par beyond.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGpi7a8mDdhTXXZir2tbFlQ9KaYpyJGmhBfd9adX_hNLcJI4lVNXmFfVrvZeg_7i-qPvvf-zWKb4eW0pRb3WFuLVQtOmgn8XQnxC3wKI1x7aR2-vwgnADqeQeJr-O4Xg-S-slUAPO4e0/s640/2018-01-21+11.28.20.jpg) |
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?
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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
![Next to a wave of Snow.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20BhnwUBmeUi08EeEAOoOdxAUzsVDPJ-rfi3il0yqJ4ToY727j9Cj6_T-Ls6fBJ2UsH2BDSnTBP-Dn8q4Owqtr-AnEnHHZ5igPHGoiTnxsk_saKk3WWWg4sIYVmAEqyp7GrY5WVvlMiY/s640/2018-01-21+13.37.39.jpg) |
Size is relative. |
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