09/06/2026
My first flight in a tiny four-seater plane, a gift from a friend. As we soared over these mountains, I saw something I could never have seen from the ground. Enormous legs and feet, like sleeping giants, stretched across the landscape. The resemblance was extraordinary.
I wondered if those ancient forms had always been there, or if I had simply become still enough to notice them.
Perhaps mountains are like clouds, offering glimpses of stories to those who take the time to look. They whisper that the world is more alive than we imagine, that beneath the rock and silence there is an ancient spirit waiting to be discovered.
Maybe the giants are sleeping. Maybe they are awake. Or perhaps they are simply reminding us that nature has always been speaking to us, leaving quiet hints of wonder in the landscape.
For one brief moment above the clouds, I realised the mountains had not changed.
Only my perspective.