Mountains as Mountains

We carefully made our way along the ridge with the path stretched before us, the mud track snaking through the clouds and disappearing in the mist ahead. The rain was so insistent that numerous waterfalls cropped up on the surrounding peaks, making it appear as if the mountains were weeping. We shivered and huddled together and despite the wind and the rain, we were overcome with a feeling of deep wonder and satisfaction. Staring at the unfathomable, it was impossible to know just what it was that we were receiving. All we seemed to know for sure was that mountains were mountains.

Mountains as Mountains | Tricycle

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