“As if on cue, the proverbial gym rat scurried to the scene and bit me. And I need not be recuperated anytime soon.”
Finally, we reached the summit. And there it was. An impressive sea of clouds that can provoke one’s insane poetic self to jump right through it. Heart first. Careless of the abyss. It was truly that beautiful.
But if that beautiful monster can’t be tamed, it sometimes tends to overwork itself like a sweatshop from a pseudo-socialist country.
“Despite its bleak past, the trail was an amusing playground for me. Hopping gleefully in my trusted pair of slippers rather than walking like a civilized bipedal.”