A Place in the Mountains

After working on my cabin in the mountains, I often wander out to walk along the clear waters of the creek as it prances along.  Sometimes, I amble from wildflower to wildflower, stopping to examine each one.

I have in mind that someday a little boy or little girl will come along and understand what I feel.

I have never gotten over the mountains.

As a little boy, I was amazed by the bigness of life in them.

I love how light is sifted down to arnica flowers and grasses on the forest floor.  I enjoy watching chickadees ascending through the branches of tall pines.  I require deer crossing from shadows to light.  I need to hear the insistent sound of the creek finding its way through willows.  I need aspen trees to spin their leaves at first light.

The scent released when snow first kisses downfall is without parallel in this world.

Someday, I hope to leave this place to someone who loves it more than they want it.

A patch of arnica alongside my cabin.

--Mitchell Hegman