Alpenglow
It starts with a vision. A vision of the towering formation that lies ahead, waiting to be discovered. A vision not of fear or skepticism, but of anxious energy as it has been mapped only by imagination. Such energy is the first seed in a forest of evergreens, spreading until passion coats the earth.
But a forest exists within its own shadows, concealing what lies beyond the canopy. Such ignorance leaves many obstacles in the imaginary path and eventually, a new route is formed. Despite uneven terrain and endless switchbacks, this route maintains its course toward the final destination. After all, the perpetual aching and doubtful progress make the journey worthwhile.
As aching climaxes into agony, the forest opens to reveal something beautifully unexpected. Infinite treetops cover alternating peaks in a pattern so imperfect yet so gratifying. The setting sun and jagged landscape paint a picture that imagination failed to comprehend.
After such an arduous trek, staring out into the vastness leaves little to be desired. Yet watching the sun recede behind the mountaintops births a new vision. A vision backed this time by clarity and a new appreciation for the alpenglow.
