Lil-Angel78

Ask any teenager and he or she will tell you that there is nothing more dull and pointless than sight-seeing. I was one of them… until I watched the sunset from Mount Sannine in Beirut, Lebanon. Growing up in an urbanized city like Montreal, I had yet to believe that I could find inner peace by being in direct contact with Mother Nature. Since I discovered that peace, I now know there is nothing more important than finding tranquil moments for that purpose. Maybe it was the breathtaking view or the feel of the cool mountain air; maybe it was the gentle aroma of the sea salt. All I know is that I’ve found my happy place.

One of the most beautiful things about watching a sunset is watching the mango rays disappearing slowly behind thick crimson clouds, as if the sun itself had a specific schedule to adhere to, tuned by an hourglass. As darkness slowly crept upon the dying light, the entire landscape changed; trees went from a glowing granny smith green to a dark and majestic forest tint. The sky was an index of the most beautiful colors that existed: the azure sky faded into a light pink that was then blended with an orange so pure, it looked like it had been peeled off the fruit. I could think of nothing else. Caught in a trance, all I could do was let the sunset play before my eyes like a shakespearian play.

Goosebumps began crawling on my skin like a troop of ants and I pulled my sweater tighter. The quick change of temperature made a shiver run down my spine and soon the cool and crisp mountain air was meandering through the trees and caressing my skin. I felt like the lack of heat carried by the breeze was cleansing my soul, trying to help me redeem myself, as if living in the city all my life had been a sin.

The wind also carried a gentle aroma as it floated through the trees, lifting thin dust from the dirty path of the winding road. Nestled in the coomb at the foot of Mount Sannine, a thin salt-water current slithered through the rocky terrain and the gentle aroma of sea salt wafted up towards me, pulling me deep into memories of days spent at the beach, my skin toasting under the harsh but deliciously hot sun. The scent of the water was amplified by the absence of smell of gasoline and busy lifestyles that I had lived throughout my entire young life.

For that half-hour, nothing else mattered. Nothing except the beauty of which I was a part. It made me realize that peace in your soul is just a sunset away and that cleansing your soul is just as easy as standing there, all pores open, and letting the sights blow your mind, gentile winds caress your skin and distinct aromas take you deep into your memories. It is as though you are leaving the world behind but standing on top of it all at once.

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