I felt like a ghost - time, to me, had become irrelevant. Long days bathing in the mountain air allowed me to step back and passively disconnect. I trailed along with the time-crunching crowd for eight months of the year. Now, it took conscious effort to remember what day it was. The mood of the mountain influenced my disposition more than the digital numbers on my wrist. The rushing wind howled with apathy. Moving through the trees, I found a freedom in the forest.