Mountains

Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains.

~ Jeffrey Rasley

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I leaned my forehead against the glass and stared out at the mountains. Rugged, beautiful, and defining the horizon, they set the stage for everything that had and would happen here. Slowly the fog rolled in, clinging to the ridges and filling the valleys. Well, not the fog. It was my breath steaming up the window. 

Still... mountains are so beautiful.