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When I step outside in the early morning, I experience a strong sense of familiarity. It’s not déjà vu, but an involuntary memory triggered by the sight of mountains that brings back recollections of my childhood.
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My mouth stretches into a huge smile. The sight of mountains after such a long time evokes a mix of excitement and anticipation similar to the joy of reuniting with friends or family.
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I rush inside to grab my phone, return promptly to take a snapshot and send it to my brother along with a message that says, “Check this out!” Without waiting for his response, I run back inside again to wake up my travelling companion. He comes out grudgingly, questioning the reason behind all the buzz.“You’ve got to see this!” I say.
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Like watchful observers, mountains stand tall and silent, commanding attention with their majestic presence as the fog clears. The sunrise, tranquillity, and setting all combine to create a vivid scene straight out of a novel…I kid you not!
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Yesterday evening, we arrived in this charming small village nestled in the northern Slovak region of Liptov. The region offers stunning views of the surrounding mountainous landscape of the Tatras. It’s a haven for nature lovers, with its rolling and scenic skiing, hiking and cycling trails. This is happiness.
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Within a couple of days, we adjust to the villagers’ leisurely routine of early bedtimes and early mornings. Did I mention, the village shop closes at 5 pm on weekdays and at 11 am on weekends? This is a reminder, rest is important. With the bus running only three times a day to town, tough luck if you forgot to buy something or woke up late. Another reminder, you have everything you need.
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Liptovský Mikuláš is a blend of history, nature, and cultural richness. There is so much to do, eat and see here. But it’s the omnipresence of mountains that leaves me gazing upwards, searching for metaphors.
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From their foothills, high and low Tatras seem daunting—monuments of stone and time. Yet every mountain tells a story of determination, resilience, and the ultimate reward—the peak and a view of infinite possibilities.
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A way of looking at a mountain is to sit quietly, allowing a sense of calm to wash over you as you contemplate your connection with it, and marvel at its grandeur.
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Looking at a mountain reframes whatever we’ve been socialised to believe or told about what success should look like. It’s about acknowledging the power of a pause, instead of constantly climbing and striving for excellence.
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I loosen my shoulders and breathe, for I’m under no obligation to conquer a mountain. With my gaze fixed on the mountain, I observe all that is worthy of attention and find solace.
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Mountain rock cracks are like the scars we carry, proof of struggles faced and overcome. Yet the mountain stands tall, and so can we.
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While society preys on our vulnerabilities, a mountain serves as a reminder of our power. Our worthiness doesn’t depend on proving anything, but on just being. It’s our birthright.

PS. A new post, A Way of Looking at Contradiction, is coming up next Sunday. If you’re new to this series, A Way of Looking at Autumn’s First Breath is a good place to begin.
It is a treasure to read your observations, Khaya. As someone who has lived my life surrounded by mountains, I feel deeply connected to this post.
Some people love the sound of crashing waves and I love the stillness of a mountain, especially in these chaotic times. That’s why I’m super happy to hear this post resonates with you, and that you’re getting something out of these observations. Thanks so much for reading and your encouraging comment, Michele. Much appreciated!
Thank you for the beautiful and thoughtful response, dear poet. Spending time near the ocean is a treat for this desert dweller but I too find great peace and comfort near the stillness of a mountain, grandness too. I’ve written a bit about this topic. You’re very welcome and thank you for sharing your gorgeous writing and observations. 🌄
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“It’s about acknowledging the power of a pause” I love that line. And love mountains. There’s no place I’d rather be. Beautiful post, Khaya.
You inspire with your love of mountains, my friend! Whenever I see the stunning pictures you capture during your travels and hikes, it always reminds me of a true adventurer you are. Thank you! xx
I have this same reverence for the mountains, the way they seem to speak to me in a language I understand. More than any other landscape, the mountains call me home. Beautiful moments captured here.
My favorite places. 🙂
Thanks, my fellow mountain enthusiast! 🙂 <3 Mountains do have a language of their own. Sitting and listening to the mountains is a truly marvellous experience.
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Beautiful.
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