VIEW FROM THE MOUNTAIN

After climbing so many thousands of feet up the mountain I have finally reached the top, the view is like another world with so many things visible from where the eagles live.

A fine layer of cloud makes the ground seem hazy and non distinct like a fading memory you want to remember.

Ever so slowly a flock of birds fly past below skirting the jagged peak on their way east.

How many people have stood here where the Gods live to look down on the coloured land below? Tiny villages dot the lower ground like so many ink stains on paper and a lake glistens in the sun, small enough to fit in my hand and as bright as a jewel from this place above the clouds.