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Mountain Dime the Unspoken Winds of Nature
Written by Miguel Santiago
Dime Mountain, an untouched ode to the eternal saga of time, bares its solemn magnificence amidst the unspoken winds of nature, painting an abstract panorama of breathless beauty touched by a melancholy grace. Each rugged stone, each brittle twig, whispers ancient tales of aching solitude, resonating a symphony of sorrow that reverberates in the silent echo of eternal hills.
The winds, like invisible poets, scroll their poignant rumours onto the velvety canvas of the mountain’s austere serenity. Gusts sheathed in frosty whispers waltz with the weathered leaves, coaxing them to disengage from the comfort of the solid branches, guiding them to the obscurity of the impassive earth.
A forlorn traveller, painted against this breathtaking wilderness, finds his heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of these winds. They infiltrate his being, ruffling the untouched pages of his heart, unfurling knots of suppressed emotions. Tears, as heavy as pearls, betray the brave facade even as they etch a diamond clarity to his view, revealing the enthralling spectacle of nature in its purest form.
Beneath the generous gaze of Dime Mountain, an unassuming testament to time’s relentless passage, the traveller surrenders. Tear-streaked, he allows the winds to glide through his open fingers, feeling the tender sting of their cold, exquisite touch as they carry away fragments of his sorrow, binding his spirit intricately to the timeless narrative of the surrounding natural grandeur. The hauntingly beautiful realisation that to grasp the delicate whispers of nature, the heart must risk being torn by its sorrowful song and cleansed by its tearful symphony.
