Sunrise Stories.

And we’ve made it. We’ve reached the top. Now, we linger on the mountain, our breaths steadying, eyes glimmering and smiles growing.

We sit on the edges of the hardened earth, our feet touching the air, gravity pulling them downwards, but we balance ourselves. There are echoes of mountains all around us, toppling over each other, in different frequencies of light and sound. The sky up here is not the common blue but a mixture of hues originating from the sun rising near us. Her beams have pierced the atmosphere and the alpenglow is dancing before us. We are no longer the humans on earth up here, with all this wonder and awe— all of those different scenes we are observing all at once.

Silence awakens our laughter and youth. This climb up was relentless and arduous. It was impure and obscured. We aged with every step towards the inclination of heightened toughness and required strength. We sighed and asked questions we don’t usually ask— will we ever get there?

The signs on the rocks on the climb up tell us how much time we have left to finally reach there, but they are not always so promising. We do not pay attention in fear of disappointment thus relax and soften our pace when we need to. Perhaps not paying attention to the fact that we could actually reach the top sparked this realisation: maybe we don’t have to reach the top.

Maybe we could take every step slowly and enjoy the rocks, pebbles and varying plant-life around us. We could see everything evolving as soon as a brook crosses the dirt, creating the swelling sounds of life near it. Maybe we can choose to look at it all and keep going nevertheless, because it’s deeply enlightening to see and experience it, and nothing else.

We forget the tiresome peak and our breaths no longer fail us. We do everything similarly as before only that, we don’t expect anything but the fulfilment of the many lessons the present is bestowing upon us.

Suddenly, the trees no longer obscure the path and there is an end point; a colour not seen before, a lack of shadows we aren’t accustomed to.

We’ve reached the top.

We reach there without even wanting to. We need not rest, but there is no way but downwards now. Our eyes meet and we don’t know what to say except: what a wonderful thing! We laugh and smile. We feel love and trust pounding in our souls. We are alive with every glimpse of the echoes.

We accept that we have to go down now and go through this again. Yet, it’s only a reflection; a reward for our patience and choices to make this journey worth a stay.

The climb up is beautiful, it is the life I want to live.