Do you want to come with me, my friend?

There is a mountain, they told me, far away from here, where the ground is so high that you can see our land as it is seen by the birds. They said that the journey to the top is dangerous, on steep paths and sharp rocks. They said it gets harder to breathe, as you climb it. They warned me.

I want to see this place, where the landscape is white and there are no more trees. They told me about the snow. It is not like rain, they said.

Do you want to come with me, my friend?

I believe it is a land of magic, where the spirits live. I think I saw it in my dreams. All sounds were muffled and you could almost hear the sun sing.

I want to see the world. I know there are other places we do not know, things we cannot even imagine.

Do you want to come with me, my friend?

We will be closer to the sky. We will talk to the clouds and listen to the wind. We will be blinded by the light reflected on the snow. I saw it in my dreams.

We will be alone, but it will not feel like it. We will be small in this landscape of giants, but we will not be crushed. We will be part of it, of everything.

Do you want to come with me, my friend?

It is a place of endless winter, they said. I asked what winter meant and they talked about darkness and cold. I do not fear the cold and I do not fear the darkness. For we will be together.

I hope you will come with me, my friend.