Last Saturday, Manfriend and I went on a six-hour hike with our recently wedded friends on Old Rag Mountain.
The fog and morning air. The fall foliage. The sun. The sky. The view, from way up there.
It was amazing, and overwhelming, and perfect, and decaying, and dying, and most of all, it was beautiful. It all filled me up with something I can't quite describe; can't quite put into words.
In the age of social networking, information overload, and endless competition - in my everyday life of noisy commutes, and hustle and bustle of city living, and personal pursuit of knowledge and lofty aspirations - at the very peak of that mountain, in those very moments, I was so relieved and content to simply just be.
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i'm a huge fan of hiking. i went on a 2 1/2 hour hike with my girls last week (and almost died in the process because i'm so unfit) but it really put things into perspective for me. more nature please!
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