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The Mountain Soul
It seems that no matter how much climbing we do, it always seems there's more climbing to do to get to the top.
As I trek around a large curve on the trail, with my head down, there was a sense of something magnetic before me. A cold chill in the air, as sun was on its way to set in an hour or so. I was nowhere, companions were lost on the way. May be I have been struggling to get to the height, and all other thoughts just slipped away.
The mountain before me seems to have a soul of its own. The view taking me back to those daring ones, who would have done that climb which seems to be impossible to me. My charismatic imaginative sense of being on the top mesmerized me. I lay down over a rock, opening up my backpack to get something to energize myself, and to wait for clouds to disappear. But time seems to be stuck for that Giant Soul, for half an hour wait, this was the best I got.
Taken: Trekking in Kaghan Valley, Pakistan
The Mountain Soul
It seems that no matter how much climbing we do, it always seems there's more climbing to do to get to the top.
As I trek around a large curve on the trail, with my head down, there was a sense of something magnetic before me. A cold chill in the air, as sun was on its way to set in an hour or so. I was nowhere, companions were lost on the way. May be I have been struggling to get to the height, and all other thoughts just slipped away.
The mountain before me seems to have a soul of its own. The view taking me back to those daring ones, who would have done that climb which seems to be impossible to me. My charismatic imaginative sense of being on the top mesmerized me. I lay down over a rock, opening up my backpack to get something to energize myself, and to wait for clouds to disappear. But time seems to be stuck for that Giant Soul, for half an hour wait, this was the best I got.
Taken: Trekking in Kaghan Valley, Pakistan