Mountains
Back from Georgia for a couple days now and I've been feeling a bit melancholy and at first I didn't know why. Yes, I saw my Mom and my sister and her family and that was great and part of the reason for my mood, I'm sure. But today I was driving along I95, looking out at the horizon when it dawned on me again (I've had this thought before...years ago): "There are no mountains on my horizon". I am a child of the Appalachian Mountains and her presence has always been an influence on me. The horizons in Florida are wide and in their own way, beautiful. But there's something about having mountains looming on the horizon that is comforting, the way a mother's embrace is comforting. Granted, the hills of Georgia aren't as grandiose as the ancient Mountain Mama (nod to J. Denver) but they do pull on the heart strings.