Provo Mountains

One of the my most content childhood memories is of me sitting in my Grandma's backyard staring up at the mountains while the smell of mint herbs and fresh cut grass filled the air. Often time, I find myself yearning for those mountains. They represented such strength and consistency for me. Even today, I can identify the curves and peaks of the mountain who's graceful shadow I called home. These mountains line the neighborhood my brother has chosen to live in. They aren't MY mountain ;) but as I looked at them, the feelings of peace and strength and consistency came flooding back to me.