Mountainous Enlightenment

I'm still on a high from the Lake District. This is probably going to sound silly, but here goes anyway. The feeling is slowly leaving me so I should really get this written down before it has waned completely.

It's as if I found a sort of philosophical enlightenment while I was there, and while I was staring over the Yorkshire Dales. Certain things have seemed less important since I came back: the way one dresses, the time one takes to get from one place to another, entertainment more complex than a good book or conversation, the water cooler politics and rumours at work, planning for the future, money...

Discussions about what was on television and what so and so said, or disputes between sciences or religions; they all seem so damned small in comparison to the central feeling of peace I felt when I was clambering up that mountain. I just want to grab people and make them see that enlightening moment through my eyes so they can see how small and petty everything is in comparison.

Crikey. I sound like I found the Rose or something.

Maybe all the fumes on the motorway have done something silly with my head. Maybe I just need to get some more sleep and do something about my perilously empty fridge.

One thing's for certain: sitting here in my flat feels more than ever like inhabiting a grey and colourless world.