Leaves crunched under careless hikers feet, as the honey gold sun burst through the sparkling ruby leaves in thin ribbons of light. Towering trees, thin as sticks, spread their arms toward the cloudless cobalt blue sky watched the rocky cliffs, with rocks jutting sharply from their sides. Round acorns rolled out from under my feet, their golden brown sides peeking out from under silky leaves, crimson in the afternoon light. Leaves collected on the sides of mossy rocks, as little beetles skittered next to the tiny white spiders perfectly balanced on their silvery web. I sat on the tilted side of a rock that faced the sun, so that the streams of light reflected onto my face. A beetle crawled over my arm, and the smooth sound of leaves lightly falling to the ground was wonderful. The view of the mountains breath taking, the giant slabs of perfectly smooth rock showed thin streams of melted snow on their marble sides. Everything – from the smooth acorns to the swishing trees, made me want to stay there forever. This was where I belonged.