Mountains : A journey over the backbone of earth.
There is a relief and an unbounded chime within the crux of mountains. The serene is bounded the drift of amusements and a hollow mythology of falling from the edge.
It took me a time to climb the steep and reach the peak which was pointed like a sharp needle with a never bending scope.
A saddle of grass and the foot of that giant beast sleeping for years, gave us a blissful ride towards an ardent journey nourishing our souls. We were amazed and were filled with a minutary enthusiasm to excavate the beautiful beast with pride. The height can’t be measured and can’t be expressed with a bottle of some overwhelmed words.
The slope is somewhat different than the regular and has the essence of an elated freedom capturing within its boundaries. The never ending tracks peeking from the meadows gave us the way to refinement and a chance to hold our breath till the dusk. They appear to be the backbone of earth dressed up with the flames of greenery.
The road which seemed like a less traveled at first is now appearing to have some marks erased with time. The goal of measuring the tips of soles with a colossal bucket of pines over our shoulders lead us to the era of snow.
A white sheet which got no boundaries to look upon is waving like a local native on the top of that resting giant beast. The climate up there is like a irrelevant and somewhat an intellectual tourist which has a profound interest in knowing about the different shades of meteorology. We poured some more layers of shields to protect every inch of our skin from that bone cracking cold breeze.
A forest of fortune covered with the mirage of oaks forming a huddle persuading us to reach and tear down the sweat apart. A mystical journey over the backbone of earth.
Forechosen vagued senses over humans.
