A calling

Have you ever felt that you have been called? It is the unexplainable calling from within you. If you try to explain this calling to your families and friends, they will think you have lost it. The Alps that span across Switzerland and Italy are not as colossal as the inspirational but deadly K-2 in Tibet. But once you witness the grandiose view before me, you too will hear that calling from within you.

It was just after midnight and the full moon lit these vast valleys and the gigantic white capped mountains. I had both car windows fully opened. The fresh pristine Alpine spring air filled the interior of the car I was driving at that time. For a moment, I thought I could smell the ancient glaciers that shone brightly. The mountains here glow auras.

I pulled over at some non-descript exit of A13 near the San Bernardino valley. It was very quiet, not eerie, but peaceful. I could hear a distant waterfall. I could see sharply every contour of the mountains. With no other soul near me, I didn’t feel alone or lonely. I felt something that I rarely experience; the feeling of peace, the feeling of being in the now. I didn’t have to rush to any places, I didn’t have to complete any tasks, and I didn’t have to think about any problems to solve. I didn’t even remember who I was. I was just there, to be.

I wanted to drive up to these mountains that called me, but the access roads were still closed due to the snow and avalanche danger. I reluctantly climbed back into the car and continued my driving to Lake Como. I said to myself that I would come back in the summer.

A calling

Have you ever felt that you have been called? It is the unexplainable calling from within you. If you try to explain this calling to your families and friends, they will think you have lost it. The Alps that span across Switzerland and Italy are not as colossal as the inspirational but deadly K-2 in Tibet. But once you witness the grandiose view before me, you too will hear that calling from within you.

It was just after midnight and the full moon lit these vast valleys and the gigantic white capped mountains. I had both car windows fully opened. The fresh pristine Alpine spring air filled the interior of the car I was driving at that time. For a moment, I thought I could smell the ancient glaciers that shone brightly. The mountains here glow auras.

I pulled over at some non-descript exit of A13 near the San Bernardino valley. It was very quiet, not eerie, but peaceful. I could hear a distant waterfall. I could see sharply every contour of the mountains. With no other soul near me, I didn’t feel alone or lonely. I felt something that I rarely experience; the feeling of peace, the feeling of being in the now. I didn’t have to rush to any places, I didn’t have to complete any tasks, and I didn’t have to think about any problems to solve. I didn’t even remember who I was. I was just there, to be.

I wanted to drive up to these mountains that called me, but the access roads were still closed due to the snow and avalanche danger. I reluctantly climbed back into the car and continued my driving to Lake Como. I said to myself that I would come back in the summer.