Wandering through the wind I drifted back through the ages. The heavy hammer of time wore lightly on the landscape. The mountain felt familiar in so many ways.This paradise in the sky would wear away and wither, yet the feeling would remain. The feeling of Mt. LeConte was buried in the buildings it was hidden in plain sight amidst the fir.
A dead evergreen lay rotting at my feet while a young sapling thrived eagerly to the right. Nature, unashamed of life’s cycles, smiled in the rain. I closed my eyes, fast-forwarding to the present. The wind suddenly began coercing me along its path. Holding my ground, I realized that the mountain would never look this way again, it was always changing - yet, it would always feel the same.