Sunday, November 17, 2013

Fog

This morning I awoke in a heavy blanket of fog. Not only can I not see the top of the mountain, I cannot see just a few feet in front of me.  I am afraid I will step in the wrong direction and fall down the mountain. Today I will hunker down inside my tent and wait for the fog to lift before I continue climbing.

The top?

I have been climbing what I thought was a very steep and infinite mountain. Today I saw the top in the far, far distance. It was reflecting the sun.