A group of hikers sent out to climb a mountain. It was a challenging trail nut not impossible to
conquer. Some found the rocky terrain to be bothersome and so turned back. Others decided to stop part way up and forego the summit. Only a few opted to press on, not really knowing their efforts would be worthwhile. But when these few
finally stood on what seemed the top of the world ,
I listen to the waves dying on the rocks, dear Ally, on this beautiful Monday morning, like a melody ringing in my ears lulled by the music. I get carried away, I have wings, a breeze plays with my hair, I let myself be carried away by the gentle caress. I push my thoughts just a happy moment only listening to the morning breeze.
