Mountains

I had a dream I was walking down a steep grassy hill, long green ribbons caressing my legs. I was with my sister, we followed those ahead of us; others followed behind us. The sharp decline of the hill forced my legs to start running. Finally we reached the bottom.

To my left, bold coal mountains stood greatly, framed by a pasty blue-grey morning sky. A clear lake rested at their feet; a mirror. Small waves slowly rolled towards the bay - it was a rippling plane of perfection. I walked across the grass to get closer to the edge, stopping when my next step would plunge me in the icy water. The alpine air was crisp.

I inhaled, before exhaling a puffy white cloud. Ignoring those who ran around in the tall grass.

Standing there, inches from falling into the depths of the lake, not a single thought ran through my mind.

I simply existed.