So today I began my day by singing about Emerald Green Dragons and oil paints. Why? Because my older sister McKenzie was threatening to not finish her oil paint series of the Inheritance Cycles' dragons...at least before I went back to BYU. This was, of course, an awful thought, so...I sang to her. Meanwhile, we were trying to leave town while our car was refusing to start. But eventually, we were able to go and spent a wonderful day down at the 7 Peaks water park in Salt Lake City. Then the next day, after a long night of being lost and dodging deer on the road up, we explored the Uinta Mountains at our extended family's cabin, "Christmas Meadows."
So I got to thinking that the mountains are like an Emerald Green Dragon of Oil Paint. It sounds really cliche since I had just sung about it, in an entirely different context this morning, but it's true. The Mountains have a stunning beauty, yet the fierceness of a Dragon. One moment it can be as idealistic as an oil painting by Thomas Kinkade, and the next change into a dangerous and terrifying Emerald Green Dragon. Yet, I suppose that therein lies the true beauty. Making mountain memories in all it's sweet perfection and unexpected ferocity. Just being alive together. And enjoying our Emerald Green Dragon, a creation of oil paint.
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