Far
I climbed over the last rock and stopped to take a break.
I was grasping for air. Maybe it was the altitude, maybe the long walk.
I had left early in the morning. Two sandwiches, water and the will to see something new.
Many hours had passed, the sun was above me, drops of swear falling to the ground.
I raised my eyes. Behind me the mountain was still high. At least two more hours of walking.
I sat and looked at the sea of clouds in front of me.
"I don't know if I'll ever be far away enough."
2019-06-10
