clouds hovering on the mountain tops
Going back to the month of May…. when I traveled to Utah, a place I once lived for some fourteen years. I love these mountains second only to the coast where I now live.Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
― Mary Oliver