The floor sloped upwards towards the sky, the sunburn grass lay trampled in the ash like soil. Which was under a sky that was always a pale clear abyss. In one direction you could see noting but the dense foliage that encompassed the fold in the flat ground that we call a mountain. In the other, the summit seemed to play tricks on you. Always enticing you making you feel closer to the frost caped goal that you so desperately sought.

The sun climbed higher, raising the intensity, as others turned back you carried on. The midday heat burnt your back with its unceasing puerperal swelter. You climbed on still unnerved by the odds. you kept putting one foot in front of the other to get closer the the frost caped goal that you so desperately sought.

The sun has hid it’s face, it has not broken you like the many that came before you. You will climb ever closer to you goal. As the blinding white powder crunches under foot and the heat you cursed before has become you friend, you will not stop you will not rest. The only light its the ominous moon that sit’s proudly above your goal, the twilight glow shining it’s light above you, on that snow caped goal you so desperately sought.

Now the mist is around us only the sky is above us, we are the highest people on the planet. We stand in awe of our surroundings, absorbing the awesome landscape which we have travelled. The world has a pink haze on it horizon that gives every thing a friendly glow. Now we have reach our goal. We have met the summit but our journey isn’t over, this is only the half way point. What is to come is uncertain… But we have reached our goal that we had desperately sought.