Educated

Standing on the neglected red railway car adjacent to the barn, I feel the wind fiercely whipping through my hair and sending a shiver down my shirt's open collar. The gusts are particularly intense near the mountain, as though the summit itself is breathing heavily. Below, the valley remains serene and undisturbed, creating a stark contrast. Meanwhile, on our farm, everything is in motion: the towering conifer trees sway leisurely, while the sagebrush and thistles tremble subtly, yielding to each gust of wind. Behind me, a gentle incline gradually connects to the mountain's base. When I tilt my head upward, the silhouette of the Indian Princess is visible against the sky.