Mountains revisited: theory in field practice

Tag: prose

  • guided

    Inhale. Exhale. The warm feeling of the first rays of the spring on the eyelids. The crunch of snow underfoot.  Alone, yet not lonely.  Clear sky, clear air, clear soul. I am here. At this moment. Reconnected.  Closer I am to the top, the more surrealistic it feels. As my muscles filled with blood get…