The Vista

The Vista. It was a long climb up the mountain, cumbersome too I used golf shoes, bought in a second hand shop, which On reflection will endorse, but it had leather uppers It was tiring, yet had no choice it was my mountain, there were dark moment when I felt like giving up, but the alternative was melancholy of the uncompleted. I finally made it the top had no snow and whirling fog made it impossible to see and hear anything but my laboured breathing and colourless wind of nothingness. It the way life is, those on the top see little of what is going on, one has to go down to ground level to see and understand that love needs fertile soil to thrive.