I imagine large expanses, hills rolling like wrinkles in a carpet. Trees cover the green tapestry, creating a scape of wolves and monsters. A rugged place, daring me to prove myself worthy. I hike out of my car, this metal box keeping me from the smell and feel of the woods from which we were all born. The mist curls its fingers around the tree trunks like they are a gear shift, and it wants to go faster. But for now I take my time, knowing speed will come when I need it. The colors are dim, but the deep earthy tones are rich in a refreshing way. The mountains call me with their mystery, their secrecy, their vastness. I am in awe at how quickly my heart has begun to ache for the amalgamation of my body and this quiet part of the world. The wild undertone of me yearns, begs, pleads desperately with my body to run with the pine trees and forget civilization. In juxtaposition is my mind, yet the air breathes a new courage into my lungs.