I live in an apartment facing a mountain. It's very green in the morning and very dark at night.
It reminds me of the big mountains in Canada that my family used to drive a long way to camp nextby. In the morning, we'd make scrabble eggs while watching the mountains wake and at night coffee over the campfire while watching it sleep.
Time seemed to freeze for me then.
Every now and then, I will speak to my mountain. I don't know why but it's a soothing thing to do.
I like speaking to it when I wake up to a hazy morning, with no expection where life is taking me.
I like speaking to it when I am feeling blah and have no answers to things or don't know what to ask.
I have lived in many apartments before, some of them with a spectacular view of the sea or the harbour, but I like my mountain best, perhaps because...
It is huge
It never moves
It is quiet
It always listens
Perhaps one day it will speak to me...
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