I wish I were a Mountain. Mysterious. Rugged. Mountains are beautiful, but not because they're trying to be. They just are. Mountains don't read self-help books to be happier or more agreeable. As a result, people write books about them. Take their picture. Exalt them in poetry.
I would like to have a Mountain for a friend, to understand them more; to learn from the wisdom they've acquired through the years. Here's my story about my mysterious mountainous friend, Helena.