Mountains are never far from my mind even if my wanderlust for them has faded a bit….these days I find myself dreaming about sandy beaches with palm trees swaying in a warm breeze that smells of freshly cut open coconuts and the sound of sun warmed water just a sigh away, an unending stack of books just besides me waiting to be picked up.
I just finished having a truly epic sneezing fit, have made myself half-sick from eating too many Cadbury chocolate pieces and am currently writing this post whilst lying on my floor, so I can better hide from the gardener guy outside, who’s been tasked with the Herculean job of taming my houses wretched front and back yard.
So, it’s a good day all in all is what i’m saying.
Spring is fading itself into Summer and i’m caught up between the urge to go traipse through foothills and sketch sketch sketch and being a realist and realizing the actual mountain i’m going to be climbing next month when me and the bf move into our new house. Not to mention I need to start doing some shopping around for a new car (cause mine is an utter piece of wonderful crap thats going to break down any day now) and get myself into gear with regards to a new job and unanswered letters/emails. So basically, wandering around in nature sketching to my hearts content, not gonna happen so much.
At the very least though, I can fill my theoretical wanderlusting on tumblr, living vicariously through the photo sets people post on there. And I can keep drawing mountains till my fingers cramp, so that will have to do for now.
I think i’ve spent more than is probably normal (or sane) thinking about mountains this past year. Their heights, all the curves leading outwards and up, the sheer magnitude of presense a mountain can have on the landscape, the sight on the horizon that reaches into your heart and makes you long for exploration.
And so. Mountains.
Considering i’m just about to start in on 3 more drawings….I think I might have a bit of a problem.