The shortness of life.

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to reach out, and hold your hand. I didn't, I wasn't brave enough. Life is so short, too short to not reach out and hold your hand.

Even the mountains seem less tall.

I remember first stepping into this town. I had a backpack, a pair of shoes, and a lot of dreams.

Now, the trees seem smaller. Even the mountains seem less tall. And my feet feel farther away.

I hope you have the experience of growing out of a place, and needing to put on your walking shoes. And I also hope you'll never have that experience.