Wednesday, November 2, 2011

That was the place where..

That was the place where I didn't have to think. There were no deadlines, no phone calls, no emails, no work that needed to be completed. There was no thinking to be done. Just walking. One step in front of the other. One..two..one..two...another two steps, another two, just keep walking. I would look up periodically and see the top of the mountain. As it got harder to breathe; as it got colder; as each step felt heavier than the last, I could always look up and see the top of the mountain; my destination. The accumulation of thousands of steps, a half-dozen meals, many cups of teas, some restless nights of sleep; all there on the op of the mountain glistening against the sunset. What a glorious feeling that would be to get to the top of that mountain.

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