Inhale.

It's cool out this evening. 

Then again, even the hottest day here would feel cool in comparison to the sticky, unrelenting heat of Phuket. 

As much as I hate being cold, it's nice to be able to wear a sweater. 

The sun is setting. 

The most beautiful mountains stand guard in every direction I look. 

I've traveled the world, and in my opinion, there are few mountains that come close to the exquisite beauty of the Canadian Rockies. 

The air feels clean. Dry. Fresh. 

I feel like for the first time in months I can actually allow my lungs to expand past the bones that cage them. 

My heart feels battered. My soul, withered. I am broken in almost every capacity. 

Yet, in this moment, I am content. 

Right here in this moment, there's nothing but the sunset, the mountains, and my broken heart. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

I think I'll stay here for a while longer...