Summit Thoughts

I am not below ground.

I am far up above in the sky, on a peak of rock.

On the peak of me.

Getting here was not guaranteed.

Climbing over rocks and logs, feet moving over loose stone, knotty roots, and slick pine needles.

A push from behind is needed to surmount a sizeable boulder.

But, I make it.

I made it when I put my foot on the path.

I made it when I approached the trailhead.

I made it when I laced up my boots.

I made it when I made up my mind.