The Mountains Are Known For Cutting Through The Landscape Like Glaciers

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

Looking up, I was awestruck by the dense, deep-green foliage and milky-white magnolia blossoms that canopied the upper regions of the forest. The leaves and blossoms from the magnolia trees were enmeshed in pastel blues from the sky. The moist soil w as laden with a multitude of fallen magnolia blossoms that had begun to decompose, forming the sweetest aroma. The entire area was encompassed with the fragrance; it was as if someone had opened a bottle of the finest perfume and sprayed its mist into th e air.

When I looked straight up, two, majestic peaks stared into my eyes. They were the same but different; one peak sat lower, he seemed to look up to his older brother. At the same time, the peaks were of the same stature, they both looked like chocolate-dipped waffle cones that sat upside down. The peaks were surrounded by glistening, white puffs of cotton candy that only on occasion moved for me to see. They were shy, but when the clouds parted they were the only things that my eyes wanted to observe. The volcano was quite grand and stood its ground, it was immovable. Its base was like an ancient oak tree that had rooted itself deep into the fertile ground. Arenal and its twin peaks were the eyes of God that

My eyes were filled with eagerness and my body was filled with exhilaration. Looking left and looking right, I watched teenagers play drums as if they were music prodigies; I saw horses and carriages as if we were playing a role in a fairytale Disney movie. Various colors of light flashed brightly all around me. All of it was happening at once.

The mountains towered over us threateningly. The only reason I joined the research group was to escape normal life. The same everyday routines were torture to me. The grass around me fluttered gently, creating this enchanting illusion of a grassy, green wave of greatness. The sky was filled with fluffy wild clouds, dancing around in unison.

My forest was beautiful this time of year, when Spring melted the lingering snow and brought dainty green and pink buds upon the bushes and trees. Well, I suppose it wasn't exactly my forest, but I spent so much time there that it ought to have been. And, I suppose it wasn't exactly a forest, either. It wasn't nearly big enough to deserve that title. But the scattered bushes and flowers, and the trees that wound and stretched up towards the heavens made it the most magical forest to me.

The mighty wind clashed against the tall trees and hoisted the delicate leaves up into the heavens above. Only a minuscule of light from above was granted access to the vast lands covered by the grand trees below. Birds flocked from tree to tree scavenging for anything edible that they could clench their beaks on. Their screams echoed bounced from tree to tree and into the night sky as water slowly leaked from the trees like a faulty tap and made a thud when it slapped the surface. Decaying plants filled the air with a smell that could bring a bear to his knees. A thick mist covered the landscape and could scare away any animal that would dare draw near.

We were in a meadow, sprinkled with stale leaves, empty of color. In the center of the clearing, a bonfire was burning bright. Once again, I smelt the sweet but bitter scent, swirling through the air. The flames flickered and twisted, reaching higher each time. The color in the flames faded from a vibrant blue, just at the base, to the lightest of yellows, with every shade of red and orange melting in between. Stepping through the overgrown meadow brush, we make our way to the log benches surrounding the fire, and sat side by side. The heat of the fire danced across my skin, making up for every chill in the air on our journey here. My growing goose bumps vanished in the coziness and

I got out of my car and looked up at the peach colored sky that looked as if it was on fire however, the sun was out of sight behind the tall lingering pine trees. The smell of the trees filled the heavy breeze that sent goosebumps down my spine. The sound of glass breaking and branches trembling suddenly came from behind me.

It was if the whole world had fallen still, the forest eerily silent other than the harsh breaths of the opposing tom and me. I felt the sun begin to warm my pelt as I realized that it must be mid-morning by now, if not later. All was at peace, the grass below my paws still slightly moist from the morning dew, and the leaves above us whispered secrets to the soft breeze.

Once we reached the bottom, we collapsed in a sun-drenched meadow. Delicate, white, pink, and purple wildflowers were intertwined between ripping blades of grass. The blossoms though tiny infused the air with a warm fragrance that—for me—evoked summers of fresh picked strawberries and hay turning yellow beneath the sun. In the distance, I saw a stand of dark pine trees, and beyond them, a languid brook trickled softly on a bed of pebbles into a sliver lake. The field was surrounded by blue hills and Shadow

After a short time of walking, I arrive to an opening surrounded by trees 4 stories tall. The sun has exploded in rays of bright light. The grass, as high as my ankles, scrap against my pants. This is where I will create a fire, filling the cove with the smell of burning wood and marshmallows. At this point in my journey I can be alone and at peace. With the roaring fire, the sound of the wood hissing and crackling, I can sit and relax. I can feel the soft scratches of grass on the back of my neck and look up to the extraordinary sky littered with

The sky, if indeed one could call it that, was a swirling ocean of greyscale terror. It felt at once one million miles away, and directly on top of one's self; both unreachable and suffocating. The landscape, though following the same monochromatic theme, was physically impossible, and thus, indescribable. All objects were at once totally real and fundamentally imaginary, both solid and transparent, shapeless and formed, unyielding and fluid. All reality was held in a sort of static limbo of which all causes were questionable and all effects of a random origin.

Music floated through the brisk cold air from the open window of the music school looking over the peaceful lake where families and young lovers basked in the morning gentle rays. The spring flowers, which were gently swaying in the breeze as their petals reached toward the sky while enamoring the hearts of poets and painters alike and the flowers blushed at the attention they received from the young children who’s greedy hands yearned to clutch the colorful beings in their dirty little hands, only to have their mothers and nurse maids smack their hands away. The trees bend, rustled, and sung to all around them as they attempted to tempt people to rest beneath them, though their longing would have to wait till the summer sun began her

The air nipped at my body while ascending the enormous mountain, tired I yearned for a break from this steep mountain side but, the break did not come till the mountain top was reached. I looked around the high peak and embraced the vast wilderness that surrounded it. A sea of green trees overwhelmed my senses, the bright blue sky pierced the tree line which ascended into the heavens. The beautiful scenery made me think long and hard about why all of this exists the mountains, trees and even myself. The deeper I went, the more confused and lost I seemed to be, and no end seemed to be in sight for this confused feeling I felt towards self-awareness