Maybe. Just maybe, these mountains have the answers to everything. But like any wise man, they choose to remain silent because they know better than nonsense clamor. So, I look up to them. In awe.
“Funny how things turned out, right? Who would have thought that this year would get lost in a miasma of anxiety about things we can’t fully grasp. I can’t thoroughly wrap my head around it. Yet I think we can all relate that we’re merely blind followers of safety protocols these days.”
I felt weirdly elated; coupled with the fear of not knowing what’s lurking behind every crevice and holds. An army of ants, a rare bird’s nest or worse, a snake. One loose rock too and it could be the end of my outdoor mischief.
“Channeling a triumphant spirit seemed overrated and out of place then. But the thing that recovered me from the throes of fatigue and a dubious sense of fulfillment was the sight of Tinipak River.”
“Though my office colleagues are one of the most intelligent people you’ll encounter, they also thrive in the sleaziest and darkest façade of humor with the attention span of a fruit fly.”
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.