Climbing A Mountain During Fall

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Climbing a mountain during fall
Laura

My head tilted upward toward the sky as I scanned the distant horizon in front of me. High above me stands a creation unfinished by god; clouds cover the top of the mountain so only half remains, and the other half is forgotten. Tree’s that like a fire, ablaze a trail to the top, but instead I follow the man-made trail. Crushed leaves cover the worn down path, and rocks outline the trail. Instead of listening to the sounds of a busy street or a crowded hallway, I listen to the sounds of nature. The song of many different birds, and the pitter patter of many leaves that collide with the branches on there descent to the ground, are the sounds I hear. Moving closer to the mountain, a slight incline appears. My legs are not used to this and in an instant they become tired, although this feeling soon submerges after you gradually get used to the inclines. The mountain therefore has become one with your body.
Every mountain always has a different surprise waiting for you at the top, and the thrill of seeing what it has to offer makes me want to climb faster. The cold air tingles the end of my nose, but I can hardly tell its cold outside. My heart is beating harder than usual, making me more weak and hot than I had imagined. I tell my feet to keep walking, because I know I can’t let the mountain beat me. Every stump and every rock that I encounter is almost like a rally between me and the mountain. It sends out different obstacles to make me want to give up, but I won’t let myself give in. I always tell myself just to keep following the blue markers.
Exhilaration guides me as the trail begins to worsen, but even through the pain, I love the mountain. The clouds that were covering the top of the mountain are now below me, and the top is revealed. Bare as it is, I cannot wait to see what it has to show me. Grabbing onto the limbs of numerous trees helped carry me up the mountain. Each tree had a...