Stony & Frozen:
 and yet there's something
 the mind loves about 
 snowcapped mountains.

Something calming --

Maybe it's their stillness.
 Maybe it's a nature sync.
 Maybe it's that one is in
     a green pasture with a
     pleasant breeze and 
     sun warming one's face
     as one looks upon those
     harsh and barren lands.
 Maybe it's awe at the proximity
     of the inhospitable -- the uninhabitable --
     lands, lands that seem so close
     to one's idyllically habitable lands.
     (If owing more to their grandiosity 
        than true proximity.)