The mountain appears ahead as we drive on the never winding road. There is so much splendor around us, the sky is a magnificent blue, framed by beautiful trees. The car window is rolled down and I feel a gentle breeze blow across my face. My memories are stringed together from different places I've been to but you have always been there. There have been places where I didn't know you but you were there, as certain as the breeze that blew across my face, invisible but near.
I close my eyes and remember that breeze and I know that you will continue to be there, even when I don't see you.