The mountains tower above me as if they were a giant tidal wave about to engulf me in its depth. They’re silent as if to say it is thinking. Everything is alive as if it is breathing in the cool breeze that blows around it. The trail leading up is like a winding path that could lead to my destiny. When I make it to the top it will be like I’m soaring through the trees and wind reaching for the sky. The edge is a shear cliff as if to say there is no return. The mountains will stay there as if they are an in movable force.
October 21, 2011