i needed to take deep breaths in snow covered mountains
and fill that space in my chest that felt so hollow and empty,
so i went home to the house i grew up in and stood on the front porch and looked.
i stood still in barely green fields and drank in a sky so blue it hurt my eyes.
i blinked against the light reflecting off pure white clouds.
i drank my fill of snow covered mountains.
i wondered at the beauty before me.
i gulped in cold air under warm sun and felt myself filling up.
and i dreamed of a view like this every day.
i drank my fill of the view
and watched the sun set over the mountains from the front porch of the house i grew up in.