Dear Mountain,

You and I have never actually met face-to-face, instead relying upon images and the written word, but I somehow still find you as one of my favorite friendly challenges to interact with. It’s always a pleasure to see you in this imaginary world.

Diligent, pleasant, humorous, sweet, intelligent… I’ve naught but kind words for you, though I can hardly put them down to paper or keyboard. Especially not without appearing all the more creepy than I already am by writing this.

I suppose I just want to thank you for always being around to talk to, Mountain. I’m sorry for some of the nights where I kept you up later than you had wanted with my complaints and sores. I’m lucky to know you, for senseless chatter or priceless advice.

When you get to the top of the mountain, keep climbing.

Yours sincerely,