Why the longing for mountains?
Is it the wanting to be cradled like a child, like the spiritual–and miraculous–creation we are? Is it to both love something as inanimate yet alive as nature, and to realize all of life has the ability to love us back? Is it because we know, deep in our hearts, that while we see ourselves as fallible and undeserving children, time has learned to forgive the long span of human incident and offer its grace and mercy? And that, we cannot seem to return such favor, return to such patient and forgiving parent?