The mountains looked high. High enough for me to think that they are unreachable. I sat there, looking at those vast snowcaped peaks wondering the avalanche that might be happening. The winds felt weak, moving slowly, as if they were tired by the journey they took from those peaks, to a lesser height where I was sitting, staring at the trees on the mountains opposite me.
I looked down, then looked up in the next glance.
I was scared of height.
Rather, I was scared of falling from the height.
As I felt the slow wind on my face, I thought how people are known to be scared of the wrong things,
I wondered, no one is scared of something. What they are scared of, is the consequence those “ somethings” can have.
I was waiting for the sun to set, but stood up, realising that the sun had set long ago when I was busy doing something else.
Does’nt matter how much I wanted it, it is not going to come back. The sun, had set behind those mighty hills.
I thought, just like those mountains are going to stand still, proud of what they are, proud of where they were, I am going to stay here too, always thinking that those mountains are too high for me to reach.
But the sun had set, before I could realise, and it was a matter of the night till I have to wait.
Only, I wish that the nights were’nt so dark and cold.