she stands there, and she takes it all in.
it smells like dirt, and mud, and fish, and that river scent she loves so much. it smells like life, of everything in the lake and her own. it smells like nature.
she can see the mountains in the distance, and their vastness makes her feel so small. not diminished, but in perspective. she is so tiny, she is just one soul of so many on the earth. she is just one of so many living beings, and her place in the world is smaller than a speck in the grand scheme of things. long after she is gone, the mountains will be there, looming over the world like tall, silent guardians. they are a constant, they do not live and die, they move only after a million years.
she is at home here, in the place with the mountains and the water. they make her feel alive, they make her feel like she belongs somewhere. she may not belong elsewhere, with the people and their dynamic nature, but she is here. she is with the mountains, and she is with the water, and she belongs. the mountains may not be as tall as ones she's seen before, the water may not be as beautiful, but this is still her place.
she doesn't have everything she wants in life. she feels so sad all the time, she misses a boy who may or may not miss her, she worries about things that really don't matter, but here, she is nothing. she is just a part of this landscape, with the mountains, and the water, and the sky.
