Again, you stand before another mountain, looking up, up, up, seeing the peak of the new day.
Somedays, it’s a cold climb on pure muscle, costing every bit of reserve, but…
…when you see where you were, see it from where you are, see it from above the clouds, from up there, where it is so bright, in air so clear and clean…
…it pays you in spirit.
You are sweating in alreadiness, but aiming for higher ground.
Higher ground is your happy place.
Perspective is endless.