A Sudden Gale
Our hearts pound as we plod our way up the mountain. There is nothing quite like climbing a mountain; the taste of clouds, and the feeling of them burning like a cool fire in your lungs. There is nothing quite like an adventure to a somewhat familiar, but somewhat distant place. Just safe enough. Just wild enough. Where mist rises every morning, and sheep are always a little soggy, and the land is just so green, and so old, and so lush. It’s like paradise, but much less hot.
