Travelogue: among wildflowers and rattlesnakes

At the bottom of this mountain, at the edge of the river, we are five, small nomadic creatures seeking adventure, not found in the societies of this world. 

Small among mountains, small in the wind.
Small in the way that rivers flow and carry life and nourish crops, while we only fill the space on this tiny X, on a plot of land we cannot name.

We stood watching wildflowers and rattlesnakes, knowing they too were sustained by the water. 

And yet,

To think that our hearts carry feelings so huge and dreams too big, all the while,
we are blowing in the wind.

My eyes drifted around the bend of the river and I could no see more.  My soul stretched above mountains and I knew that I was never lost, always found.