35 Dragon's Back

So, did I ever tell you about Dragon’s Back, and how we’d climb it for hours, and the higher we hiked, the foggier it became, and the more like a place out of legend, and the heights would every so often become apparent as the mist cleared, and it seemed as if the spine of the beast undulated, like the back of a creature in flight, with its tiny occupants hanging on for one last thrill, and when finally we crested the hill and began our descent, it seemed as though we were at the edge of the world, and the horizon curved away from us, just a hundred yards away, but when we arrived, it was only to re-experience the same walk to the edge again, like Le Petit Prince, on our own private world, and with our own private thoughts, but together, a band of travelers making new discoveries, outside in the wilderness, and inside as well, in a place that was just as vast and un-explored.

And sometimes I feel each day is like this.