The Beach vs. The Mountains©️🏖️🧗‍♀️ by Felina Silver (Copyright 2025)

Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

At dawn, the world awakens blistering—
Ninety-two degrees of searing, shimmering light.
The sun rises like a tyrant king,
Brandishing heat as its merciless blight.
Humidity—seventy-five percent—
Clings to the skin like an oath unasked,
Heavy as velvet, suffocating as fate,
And not a single breeze dares break its task.
The beach lies before me, glittering, bold—
A kingdom of sand, of glare, of burning gold—
But even the waves seem weary and done,
Bowing beneath the punishing sun.

Yet far beyond this molten shore,
A different morning shapes its lore.
Imagine: forty-eight degrees, clear and bright,
A realm where coolness and sunlight unite.
Forty-five humidity—balanced, kind—
The sort of air that steadies the mind.
No rain threatens, no snow conspires—
Only the hush of ancient spires
Of pine and cedar, rising tall
(But fear not—no cliffs, no perilous fall).

For heights and I are mortal foes;
My courage flees where the cliffside grows.
Sheer drops? No thanks. A precipice? Never.
I’ll hike through woods—but safe and clever.
Give me trails that twist like whispered spells,
Under canopies deep where quiet dwells.
Let sunlight drip through leaves like gold,
Let the earth be soft, the air be cold.
Let moss cushion each wandering thought—
No ledges lurking, no danger wrought.

So beach or mountains? Hear my plea:
When heat becomes a tyranny,
I choose the forest’s steady breath,
A land untouched by cliffside death.
Where shadows dance and spirits drift—
Where every path is cliffless—
my soul can lift.