I ended up making an unexpected trip to the mountains this weekend. My great-grandmother died (she was 94), so I drove home Wednesday night. Because things have seemed pretty crappy lately, I wanted to go hiking while I was home. It’s awfully hard to be in a bad mood while you’re surrounded by beautiful things.
I grabbed my dog and my sister and hit the woods.
I chose a trail that I had hiked before, but only once. It wasn’t until I started the trail that I realized that the previous time I hiked it was when I was in the brand new crush phase of my relationship. That first time I spent the whole trip thinking of things I wanted to tell them, and excited to bring them back in the near future to share the experience with me. Once again I thought of things that I wanted to tell them, and wished that I had the opportunity to bring them there with me. It was different this time, because I didn’t just have to wait to get back in cell phone reception. It’s a never-ending wait. The person I want to share things with no longer wants to hear what I have to say.
I reached the top and I felt all of the things that I felt before: strong, happy, amazed at the beauty around me. But I felt them with less intensity than before. I am happy. I am strong. I will be fine.
But everything is more beautiful when you have someone to share it with.