To one who is far away

Today we went on a hike...





It was definitely the most intense hike that we have ever taken. The initial incline itself was steep, and that was just the beginning.


We spiralled around and around the lion mountain.


Sometimes we were walking on a thing that we could not tell was a path, and you carefully held my hand as I held my breath and tried to keep from looking down. Sometimes it was known that there was no way for us to scale the rock face without equipment, so we climbed ladders and pulled ourselves up rock faces with chains and hooks stuck in the earth.


We were sweaty but determined.


It was totally worth it once we made it to the top. We were panting, but we held each other for support and kissed once we could stand.

There was some silliness, and more of your patience as I took pictures.





Soon, we had to scurry down to catch the elusive sunset.


We spiralled back around the mountain, jumping from rock to rock this time.



You stood with me when my knees were aching and promised to rub them once we were back in our room. That thought kept me locking them when they started to wobble and buckle (silly ligaments, stretching too long to keep the bones in place...). You walked slowly with me down the slopes, and we both pretended that it was because I was taking pictures.



You carefully picked bunches of flowers in thoughts of placing them around our room, bringing more sunshine and sweet scents. I smiled when you made me a crown and places it on my hair, which was burning red with the setting sun.



Finally, we found that bench again that I had pointed out to you on the way up. We sat and watched the students, families, and hikers walk up or down as the sun sank slowly, saying goodbye to the day in promise of the night.