Breathe

       A piece of me will always reside on the mountain tops of Montana. Your soul releases when you stand there. Up at the highest peek. Spread your arms out wide and close your eyes.

You can feel each gust of wind wirl past your skin, between your legs, over your arms, around your waste, pressing your clothes tight to your back, and your hair flings rapidly with freedom.

Now tilt your head slightly to the heavens and open your eyes.

Stunning blue will fill your view almost too bright to embrace.

Its breathtaking.