Grasmere.
A place of peace.
A place of solitude.
A place of inspiration.
A place of love.
Home.

The hike to Grasmere was challenging.
The trek up the steep mountains seemed to never end.

But then the shaded trees abruptly stopped.
There I was.
Standing on top of a mountain.
Literally.

It was breathtaking in every sense of the word.

The hills stretched for miles,
Encompassing the lakes below,
Allowing the sun to shine on the splendor of the place.

Every ounce of fatigue immediately vanished.
I was rejuvenated, revived.

For some reason, after pausing for some class and lunch,
I felt the need to run. To go. To live.
….so I did. I ran as far and as fast as I could.

Running through the mountains after a long hike was perfect.
The grass on my bare feet made me feel like one with the landscape.
The wind in my hair made me feel free.
I couldn’t have felt more alive than I did in that moment.

The hike down renewed peace in my spirit.
I felt whole. I felt fresh. I felt full.

Grasmere is a place that can fill the hearts and souls of any stranger.
Grasmere feels like home.