she watched shane delia's spice journey where he travelled to some mountain villages in south lebanon.
goodness, it was so beautiful, small, open whitewashed abodes on green mountain slopes shaded by courageous fig trees, sheep grazing in the tranquil, cold mountain air. serene.
it must be wonderful living in such an environment , far far from the madding crowd. high above the din of concrete jungles. totally in another dimension!
the mornings must be crisp, misty and cool. the nights silent and chilly. frozen stars hanging low on midnight skies.
she could almost hear the sighing of leaves against fierce northern winds.
and smell the fragrant pine needles carpeting the forest floor.
she once read about the magic of the whispers of the mountains......
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