Standing atop a mountain, legs ache, lungs wrestle with thin air, and slightly damp from a run in with a wayward raccoon. How long was I on that assent? Christ, that was a long uphill journey. If I had know I would be scaling the pearly gates, the flora and fauna on the way up would have gotten a lot less attention.
That poor raccoon would have been pretty bored, had I not spent those fifteen minutes in hot pursuit, and if my footing hadnt betrayed me at the creek, raccoon would be on tonight's menu. Rest assured, on the journey back down, we will have round two Mr. Coon! The great white hunter still lives!
He only just lives though. My lungs burn. My ankles are borderline broken. My legs ache. The crisp breeze is that much colder with damp clothes. Six thousand feet into the sky, years ago, well years ago I would likely still be chasing the coon, however, had he not distracted my young legs, I would have raced up to this summit. Now I am here hands on my knees wondering "what the hell was I thinking."
That is until my gaze turns to the left. The view is breathtaking. The only thing I see is you. You are there, standing atop the summit, the wind stirring your hair. Now I remember, I wanted to kiss you atop the world. Kiss me love. I want to feel the world melt away beneath us. All of the aches and pains will dissolve. Just one long perfect moment atop the world with you.
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