She is beautiful.
Nearing the summit, she is barren. Extraterrestrial. Otherworldly.

She demands silence. She demands perseverance. Like a lover who knows her worth in gold (in fact, in her there is gold).
She gives us the best of gifts: Meditation.

I think especially men, we like an easy conquest. The lover who will take us in with no questions to ask. At least, this is our fantasy.

And yes. It was love at first sight. To be there in that moment (perpetual, faint, ephemeral, lasting). But that moment when it takes us places, that moment in which you know that if you sleep for one small minute, she will take me. Because, she loves us, but she will let us leave if we want to.

Because she knows there’s more of her.

There are creeks and water runs down her veins and walls and creeks. They say it’s water is sweet and quenches all thirst.

And there is green and shade on its skirts under the trees.

(And there is gold, but only a fool goes there just for the gold)

When I’m in there I’m in another world. A world of silence and meditation. And even when she humbles me against my fellow humans. She gives me clarity, maybe vision.

(Yes, if I ever fall in love, it will be with a Mountain)

I’ll try to edit some video and I’ll let you know if I post it)

I hope this was a good description.
Pablo