The switchbacks on the trail feel endless. Every step is higher in elevation as the cold, crisp air condensates in the lungs and sweat begins to bead under layers of clothes. A mist of clouds and fog flow through the tops of the trees, muffling nature’s sounds.
Thoughts come and go and that is the idea. Reaching the top is the goal, but not the reason.
The forest around you feathers into the fog and the emptiness is slightly overwhelming. Ominous sounds are carried through the air from unknown origins.
At the top of the peak, the view is of vast nothingness. But you didn’t do it for the view.