Dawn is almost here; I need to be up there soon.
The finches sing to signal the end of the night as the tame morning sun rises coyly to their song
The beads of dew on the plants twinkle in the light over the mountain peak.
I embrace the simple tranquility.
Nearing the edge of the cliff, I see the valley full of fog, dense as milk.
I stretch out and relax in my spot, taking in the view. I take a deep breath of the chilly morning air. As I settle at the cliffs edge, I watch the fog slowly float away.
I feel the threshold of the invisible wall further up the mountain behind me.
My eyes trace the face of the mountain, forcing my head upwards towards the peak.
When I grow up, I'll get to travel up the mountain whenever and wherever I want.
The colossal form of it towers over me. The looming peaks are almost out of view. I gaze blankly before looking back down at the path upwards.
I could do anything when I grow up. No one to tell me I can't do this or can't do that.
Oh, I can only imagine all the different plants and animals up there!
I walk towards the invisible wall and feel myself slowing down. Treading through a thick murky sludge, time seems to slow.
I start to freeze up. My nerves begin to spike before I turn around going back to my spot over the cliff.
"I'll go tomorrow for sure, it's too cold today anyways," I say to myself once again.
