It’s odd. The day before, sun shining, clouds passing by and a slight breeze - I was miserable; but not the day we went to hike Mount Colvin and Blake. It was grey going up the mountain, and as we hiked into the clouds I only grew more excited to go on; to see what view would be afforded to us as the fog grew more dense on the trail.
On the peak, I stood there for a moment, just savoring the movement of the clouds as they wound around me. It was quiet. I found myself watching the clouds as they passed, trying to follow their movement through the air as they danced through the wind. It’s the closest to clarity and peace I’ve ever been.
To have the wind at my back, to be surrounded by the cool mist as white little puffs of ghosts whisper past; that is why I will go back.