the muiz

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

The mountain

The mountain whispers to me when I lift my eyes from the cityscape, and I feel at once comforted. This unfamiliar, discordant place becomes suddenly inviting, and the mountain calls to me.

From my balcony, the mountain beckons - and I long to run and lazy body sips coffee, my muggy head has no desire to be challenged...yet the mountain continues to draw me.

Since early weeks in this new city, I have felt surrounded...and unexpectedly the land, the culture, the very weather, which has it in for me!

But the mountain - how it sings, how it lovingly gazes down at me, whispers sweet nothings into my heart...

The mountain is a woman! She is mother, and dances as I circle her each day...until the evenings, when she becomes the lullaby that fills my bedroom window...and I nestle to sleep at her feet.