The Mountains

Beneath the vastness, the mountains rise, a monument to time, a testament to nature’s will.

Their crags and crevasses hold the whispers of eons, each layer a story, a fusion of stone and sky.

Here, in silence, the soul finds refuge, a communion with the elements as the air thickens with the scent of pine and earth.

From high above, the world stretches thin, boundless and infinite, each peak a point of contact, a reminder of the most simple truths, a song of the earth written in granite.

— Umberto Boccioni

• Umberto Boccioni