When I was younger I used to go with my family in the summer holidays to a hill station. We had a house there, still do but I haven't been back there for nearly ten years now. I used to love the mountains, the pine trees, the fresh air, the cold, the waterfall, the tea gardens...it was an amazing place. Nothing can make you feel as free as the mountains. They give you a different view and I sucked as much as I could in.
Sometimes I feel I need to go back there, to feel that naive again, to reconnect with my childhood. What wouldn't I give to take that walk from snow view to china peak again. There's no better place to run to. To give you the peace, quiet and satisfaction of the loss of responsibilities after accepting the growing need to be away. There are people there too but they are not like us.
I want to take four pairs of clothes and twenty one books. To slide down the ravines and walk the muddy paths again to reach the place no one knows about. To feel the wind crashing into the pines, lying in the dew and keep sucking it in because I don't know when I'll be back here again...
