To The Peak
He stopped to take a breath, as the mountain was very high for him to climb. He likes to just go ahead nonstop, yet this time he needed to halt. In certain times in life one has to stop to take a breath, and reflect on all decisions made so far. He looked at the summit, focusing his gaze at the the peak and the numerous birds flying in circles, without touching each other. They look like eagles. they live there, rarely do they ever fly down unless for a prey or for a material to build their nests. Flying high and alone into the vast sky is an art left for the free. Fly high eagle, fly high! He thought of the place where he would spend his night under the night sky. Next to the fire he had ignited some few moments ago, he ate his dinner under the stars, and under the thousands gazes of different animals and insects around. he took out a book. A very big book. He opened it, and removed the bookmark to read from where he had stopped last time. he was immersed in the story...