Alexander Richter

Oh Mountain

February 16th, 2019

As we ascended the ridge line, the peak of the mountain came nearer, just within our grasp. We crossed three flat stones that laid over a quaint stream. A foreshadow of what was to come before us.

Frozen lake; a lake covered by a sheet of solid ice. The blues echoed off the ice when the sun broke through the clouds effortlessly. Never have I seen such an image in the flesh. Transfixed, I wondered why such perfect creations had been hidden from me for so long.

The wildlife that dwelled here found their courage as they emerged from their homes and greeted us with curiosity and ambition. A silver fox, a mountain mouse, and a mountain-munk. They were rather playful in their own nature. Something one might not expect in this cruel world.

Now, as it were, the surrounding mountains were just as imperative to this view as was the attraction itself. They huddled around their mother like new born pups.

I believe that the true crime when visiting a mountain of title, is to not recognize the landscape that supports it. Each flower, tree, and stone is placed in such a way that it gives beauty to it’s mother. A relationship like so can only exist in nature. It is the purest form of bliss that one can view. I know that I was truly at peace with the sight of it.
Glass and Salt

February 16th, 2019

As we drove to the salt-flooded waters of glass, I wondered something of depth. We’re all only as strong as the fragile things that hold us together. An inadequate coffee is the difference between a good day or a bad one. A simple hello makes the world spin on it’s axis.

Today, of all days, I experienced this. A simple gesture of gratuity was all it took to make my day. She told me the words and my heart was satisfied. Although the air was harsh and often filled with the very glass on which we stood, with you near me, each breath grew effortlessly.

The sound of her laughter filled the air as children ran by in pursuit of one another. This was a place for families and memories. For dogs to play fetch and parents to complain about the lack of their child’s ability to listen.

All these things I eagerly awaited. Finally, experiencing the most rewarding part of this simplicity, the plunge of the sun into the ocean.

The sky was filled with a child’s dream, cotton candy. And with an arm around my better half, we stood and watched as the day came to a pleasant close. Remembering that life is too fragile without the things that hold us together.
Café Day Dream

February 16th, 2019

As the clock inched closer to five, my stomach filled with bubbles. Off to see you I was. A long and tiring day at the office makes me what to take refuge in your arms.

When I arrived to your dwelling, I found myself rescued, as your arms squeezed around me like vines on a tree. A kiss on the cheek erased the stress and I was accompanied by a four-lettered word which made me feel happiness once more. A power in which you hold over me. Almost like a monopoly over my happiness, who knew you were such a wall street woman?

Anyways, those statements proceed me. We stopped in a moment to sit in silence. You rolled over and we conversed about our future and contemplated what road you should travel. Unfortunately I was at a loss of instruction. What if I am to give bad council? I have not figured out my own path, let alone that of the bigger picture.

I write only to keep back the creative fires that burn within. Whether I am to keep this as a hobby or turn this into a stable career is an unfathomable thought.

Coincidentally, I have this reoccurring dream in my head that ponders me. It goes like this; together we sit in a café in Italy. I’ve just finished my newest book and you’ve accepted a job offer regarding natural medical practices. We have a beautiful daughter who is munching on a pastry. When her mouth clears, she asks “what it is like to live in America?” We both exchange a smile. We are much older and haven’t been in quite a long time. You wink your eye and I know that we are still as much in love as we were before.

Oh Mountain

Glass and Salt

Café Day Dream