My Hike to Utopia

I hiked up a mountain today. It was a cold yet brisk day with some occasional appearances from the sun. The hike began as a brisk walk past a roaring creek, with a waterfall. It quickly turned into a walk up an icy, and snow covered trail. A trail that went strait up a mountain. I starred at this monster for a moment, and decided to continue. Though this day was cold, and this trail was cruel. I hiked up the hill careful with each step because one wrong step could be my last. With slippery ice, and sharp rocks I visualized falling; it was a bad daydream. I climbed farther up the mountain as she whispered to me in her cold breath, this breeze that pierced my skin like needles. When I reached the peak of the first mountain rosy cheeked, and huffing from this long climb. I came to a sign, which said one mile till summit! My shoulders dropped, and once again I thought of returning to the shelter of my warm car. I decided once more to press on, though my lungs were burning, and my legs were jello. I took a short break, and then continued. I went up the next grilling trail this time being splashed by water flowing from the snowmelt. After fighting the elements I made it to the top. Awaiting me was a utopia. It felt as if the heavens were caressing me. I sat there for an hour, and watched the brilliance of the world below surrounded me. I had conquered, this mountain though she tried to push me away. Only the best things come from hard work, and a little, well maybe more then a little pain.

Such is Life! Now it’s time to go down.