Mountains are calling ,
and I am still here .

My soul is yelling ,
but I am still here .

Yearning to travel once again.
Missing those winds .
Raining roads .
That smell of mud .
That always took me away with its beauty .

My soul is yelling ,
but I am still here .

Covid had made life monotonous .
in its way.
And is unnerving me bit by bit .

Mountains are calling...