These are the mountains from my parents' window. I miss them. I haven't been there for a quiet, restful stay in ever so long.
There are times for all of us when we have griefs we cannot share, hurts we cannot communicate. Some people live with this for a lifetime -- how damaging it is. I've always found solace in the beauty of the mountains.
"I lift up mine eyes to the hills. From whence cometh my help? My help cometh from the Lord, who made heaven and earth."