RELISH IN THE TREAD

AN EPIC VIEWPOINT FROM THE MANTLE OF A CLIFF, OVERLOOKING A DOZEN SNOW-CAPPED MOUNTAINS WITH CHRISTMAS TREE BEARDS.

OUR LEGS DANGLED A FEW HUNDRED METERS

ABOVE GROUND. WE WRAPPED OUR ARMS

AROUND ONE ANOTHER. TIME STOOD STILL. SUBMERGED IN THE BELONGING I FOUND WITH THESE COMPANIONS, I CONFESSED MY FEAR OF BEING USELESS AND LONELY. I ADMITTED MY DEEPEST WORRY: THAT ONE DAY I WOULD REALIZE I’D WASTED MY LIFE PLAYING AROUND.

AS THE WORDS FELL, A WEIGHT LIFTED FROM MY SHOULDERS, JUST LIKE MY BACKPACK A FEW MOMENTS BEFORE. MY FRIENDS CLOSED THEIR ARMS AGAINST MY BACK AND ONE AFTER THE OTHER, THEY TOO DECLARED THE GRIEVANCES THAT BROUGHT THEM ONTO THIS REFLECTIVE PILGRIMAGE.