Of mountain sound.

There are some days when you just need to go up to the mountains and cleanse your soul.

Wind-swept hair, hippie songs blasting with the windows rolled down. Rivers and roads. Touch of gold on the leaves, nip of autumn in the air. 

Because there is still the mother-daughter bond. After almost two years. (Has it really been that long? And yet, I feel like we've known each other for much longer than that, too.) And sometimes soul sister just knows when I need to run away and leave this earth-bound town. If only for an hour or two.

Because mountains are my sacred place. Grounded. Reaching toward heaven. And filled with soul-healing air. Fresh air. Clear air. Air to clear the head and strengthen the heart.