As the older woman walks further away from the younger woman she feels a little piece of her heart rip out, almost like she’s given a gift. A gift of her life left behind. She hopes the woman will see all of the colors, all of the textures, the magic, the mystery, even the ordinary.

She begins to hike down the mountain, fresh new energy pumps through her veins as visions of freedom and adventure culminate and twirl in her mind. What’s next she wonders. She’s been trying this new thing where she lets her heart and her mind come together to form a vision. What ever that vision is she does.

Life has been different than what she expected. Her body aches more than usual. She’s more limited in what she can do but she almost feels a bit like a teenager. Freedom. When was the last time she had so much freedom? The sky looks a little bluer, a whole lot brighter and she has to keep herself from running down the steep slope to get to the bottom. She’s ready for the next mountain. What ever that is going to look like.