No sentences strung together that can fully pass along the simplest of life’s beauty that I experienced during my two months living and working on Mt. Mansfield. But I had to try.
On my last day, I met a couple in the snow covered Taft Lodge, a hiker’s shelter on the mountain. We exchanged our life stories, their lives being significantly longer than my own. “Follow your heart,” they told me and took off on a winter wonderland path.
But my heart is already here, I thought. Here among the spruce and the fir and the ravens. Here, I can cry among the clouds and sleep in the stars. Here, silence and snowflakes know what’s best for me. I don’t know what the weather will be like today or tomorrow or if the gray sky will ever lift. Here, I can tell what life will be like only right now, right now, not then.