Crisp, refreshing, cold. Enough to snap us out of our comfort zone. Make us feel alive, invigorated even. Certainly feeling part of a world much larger than ourselves. Weather can do that to us. It can remind us that we are not in charge of everything. There are some things that are in charge of us.
Going to a place where it is cold sets the challenge to face it. To see it out. To confront it head on. Probably with a beanie on our head. The mountains generally, the Blue Mountains specifically, can be such a place. It's not only the cold that takes our breath away. The scenery, with its blue tones, its harsh bare rock faces, and the cold wind, are unique and awe inspiring.
At times the wind takes our breath away, the cold air reaching the back of our throat and rendering us voiceless. The words are there but they won't come out, forced back by the cold. An experience that is at once disarming and funny.
The air when it slaps against our bare skin, our face and hands, feels clean, fresh and clear. Unpolluted by human contact. There are many, many more trees here than humans so they win. The benefits are evident.
So a week in the mountains can be like giving ourselves a clean, freeing our body and mind of the toxins and pollutants we gather in the cities. Removing them so that we can feel more and be more open to the world around us. Ready, of course, to face our usual world again.