Sitting in a valley of trees, watching as the fog tries to escape above. I stare at the landscape as the sun offers some sort of protection from the approaching night and I wonder. I could be home right now, but I’m here. I woke up one morning imagining how it would feel to wake up and see the mountains. It began as a wonder and became a get in your car and drive moment. Why the mountains? Honestly, it was because I have never seen them before. It felt like a daydream, constantly getting lost with every head turn. I wandered through the spiraling roads without a purpose or a reason. I couldn’t have been happier. I pulled over, took a breath and just looked. I was at the Smoky Mountains.