greybeard trail.

There is a certain smell, a certain atmosphere in the mountains of Montreat--surrounded by trees and rocks and the sound of running water; rhododendron, oak, pine--that calls to mind all that is good, all that is wholesome. It brings back memories of my youth, of family, of fun, of camaraderie, of love.
It calls to mind the beauty of God's creation, not only do these sights and smells call it to mind, they breathe with it, they sing in one resounding voice of God's glory. And it is beautiful. It is glorious. The Creator's signature is all around me, and it is good. It is good! It is beautiful. It is mysterious. It is home.