Five years ago I moved into my apartment.
It took me quite a while to find it and I have been blessed by it ever since. What a great place with an amazing view of the city.
Yet, it took me about a year until I finally walked up the street I lived in. I was always so busy that I only walked the other way. This time I walked up the hill and discovered an outlook I had not expected.
You can see the entire area if you just walk up a little higher. Hills and little villages tucked in the valleys in between.
Beautiful sunsets and sometimes cloudy skies.
A width that sets your imagination free and allows your soul to breathe.
You discover beauty, no matter what season. Snow covered pastures, the smell of spring blossoms or freshly mowed grass.
Ever since that first walk up there, the hill has become my go to place. Whenever I feel overwhelmed and stress I walk up there. When I can’t hear anything anymore than white noise I leave everything behind and walk up to where I can see clearly again.
Welcome to Day 7 of 31 Days of Mundane Narratives! For the month of October I will be a storyteller. Together with a few friends we will browse the forgotten photos in our galleries and tell the stories that are so often lost in busyness.
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