1 day ago
- standing on puente nuevo -
I fell in love with mountains a long time ago. I first saw them when I was 11 and was visiting Italy with my mom and her partner. I had seen them before on tv and books. I had also seen the biggest mountain in Estonia called Big Egg Mountain, reaching a whopping 318m above sea level. And I thought, gosh... this here is a big lump on the ground. I couldn’t really wrap my head around the fact, that there could be even bigger lumps and rocks on earth than that. I did try though. As a little girl I always sought out the highest largest rocks to climb, to then imagine myself to be so high off the ground to be able to touch the clouds.
But all my climbs and imagination couldn’t have prepared me for how it actually feels to stand beneath a mountain. Or what it feels like to climb on top of one... to get lost on one... What it feels like to actually walk through the clouds.
I've always known I'm free. Our generation grew up knowing all about our new freedom. But I never felt it. Not truly at least. Until now.
-all good things are wild and free-