Soul within a backpack

It’s a usual may day. Here, at the distance of 200 km from the bustling metropolis this meeting took place. That meeting, I’ve been waiting so long for.
The road took away my thoughts into the jungle of carefree childhood. Here I am running down to the street to a pain familiar village, leaving behind the alarmed cries of mother.I greet local grandmothers, they smile back at me, their long-term wrinkles still can’t hide all the same youthful gleaming eyes. My four-legged companion doesn’t leave me for a moment. We go down to the river, I sit on my knees, and Amour sits nearby. I touch the smooth and cool bottom...
Suddenly the wheels of the bus stopped andgently, forcing me to look out the window, and returned from the memories, I stepped out into the ground
Doubts, fatigue or a desire to escape, I don’t know what led me that day alone to the spur of the civilizations. I needed only to look around in a moment and all thoughts just left me in a second. That Peace of mind, which I did not feel for so long, suddenly burst into my soul with the light breeze of the steppe. At the very edge of the canyon I stopped. Silent greetings last for a moment. Then the incredible landscape, the symbiosis of the Greatest Artist’s palette of colors – purple, gold, emerald like the stones from a treasure chest opened to me.
Leaving behind the crowds of tourists and a piece of myself, I went down to the road. The rocks stretched to the top, like the skyscrapers. The further I moved, the more I felt attracted by the canyon.
Bizarre shapes of the labyrinth intricacies seemed inviolable sanctuary, like untouched cradle of ancient legends and stories, where I felt like a little girl in a magical land of stone sculptures.
Feelings were tearing me in two parts - one with all my heart wanted to share this place with everyone, the other wanted to permanently protect this and leave it the same ascetic as it was.
Here, at the shore of river, sitting at the rock, I felt something unbelievable. I began to find myself. Something new inside of me. Yesterday's little girl, who is an adult now and ready for great accomplishments and longer rides.
Crimson veil of dawn was covering the smooth surface of recent heavenly turquoise. Atmosphere of Charyn was squeezing me tighter into its hugs, and I felt that I was gradually merging with that place, becoming a small part of something truly great. Eternal.