The Highest High

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Standing at the top made the whole world of hurt to get to this point worthwhile. It had taken her a week of climbing to reach the pinnacle, but the terraced nature of the structure allowed for ample rest when needed.

The tower was not dissimilar to the ancient Mayan temples of Mexico. Only this one was older, taller and located on the opposite side of the planet on the Russian steppes.

The view was surreal, the perfect curve of the earth, mountains like ruffles in an ill laid carpet and the distant blue white blend of the ozone layer with the sky and the sea. Move her it did not. It was worthwhile but only as an affirmation.

She cracked a half smile, she expected a change, a confirmation that this was not all that life had for her. That the last 35 years were not all that she would achieve. But she was wrong. In her journey of truth she had found it was inside her all along.

This was it. The highest point of her life being spent on the highest point on the planet. What did she expect? A flood of faith? Or the voice of God?

 Nothing. She could not go back, her overwhelming urge was to never go back. She pitched herself forward and launched herself into oblivion. Which the rush of wind she closed her eyes and prepared for the eternal adventure, the only place left to her.