In the mountains, time stood still. There are no work deadlines to be met, no blaring beeping of cars stuck in traffic, and no work politics or corporate mambo jambo to decipher. Up there, the singing crickets, the soft breeze that ruffle the leaves, and the birds reign supreme. All the usual everyday stress of life seems so far and distant and I loved it.
A town below.
That's the road we took to get up here. Lots of winding roads similar to Zig Zag Road.
In between fall and winter.
Blue Ridge Mountains.
My famous shoes and I, sitting on a rock, waiting for sunset.