3 hours in a foreign bus

foreign roads, rough foreign roads,

a hair raising ride at that

but at the end

was a sight that was amazing

I was a peace

at the foot of the mountains.

For some, certain tastes and smells remind them of their childhood

for me,

pine trees, towering mountains with the first touch of snow,

deep pure blue skies with fluffy white clouds drifting around the peaks

I feel like I’m home again.

at peace…