Hear it in the thunder that booms from the tops of peaks, down into the valleys.
Feel it pass through your soul as you breath in the cool mountain air.
Smell it in the rain drops that fall on your face and the pine that wafts sweetly through the mist.
It’s calling out to you to rejoice and praise it. To be excited and comforted by it. To seek shelter in it and adventure lightly through it.
It’s the beauty of all that is wild and free and is as innately a part of you as you are of it.