-- Winds ripped out of the south-west. My cheeks burned with each split. It didn’t matter either way, the clouds demanded my full attention. Long tails from a past storm created beautiful formations in the sky. Golden light highlighted the tips of the speckled clouds. An excuse to stop smiling was no where to be found…
The mountain continued bringing me gifts on the wind.
“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.”