A Home That Never Was

There’s a home that never was waiting for me in the mountains. Surrounded by snow-covered peaks that are sometimes hidden in high, thick clouds. Where alpine-scented air is thinner, but fresher. A skyline dominated by rugged mountains standing shoulder to shoulder. With sunrises and sunsets drenching snowcaps in glorious colors dripping down the mountains. Bejeweled ridges reaching up towards the sky. Mountains sanctified by the blood of the old gods. Who knows what magic and secrets the mountains hold? What they’ve seen, the stories they could tell? What they hide? There is a home that never was for a child of the mountains. Whose soul echoes with the ancient magic from within the mountains. Whose own bones are made from the roots of sturdy trees only found in the mountains. There is a home that never was, waiting there for me.