The mountain sees it all

Up here, the mountains test my limit. They see it all. They see me struggling to get near them. I can only imagine the struggle of the people who decides to conquer them. Those people are really on the next level.

The body is weak and my face is full of pity. I am a different person up here and it's hard to explain. On an early winter morning when the wind is cold and all the people below me are sleeping, I am struggling to climb over a hill just to see that moment where the first sun rays hit the mountain. I am all alone because the dog didn't follow me for long. The music from my phone is insulting the surrounding.

The mountain drains all of my energy but also pulls me towards it somehow. In the hotel, a sip of tea never felt that bliss. I envy the eagles gliding effortlessly above me as I continue to walk all exhausted and fatigued. The mountain sees it all. At dusk, upon reaching the hotel the group of travelers confuses me if I was sane.

The time from dusk till dawn is a challenge. I am breathing deep and frequently because in the mountain the air is thin. My body asks for sleep while the mind is asking me about my life and my dreams. Everything feels strange. Very tugging on the heart.

In the morning I realize I am in my dreamland. It's time to leave but I don't want to go. The hotel owner gives a smile and gets back to work immediately. He has seen all kinds of people come and leave.

The mountain starts to fade. I assure myself to be there someday again. There is a slight pain because of all the roles I play in the city, I should repeat it again.

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