Mountains

Mysterious mountains, shrouded by the secrets of the clouds. What lies beneath the swirling mists? Imagine you could fly over the water, how fast the wind would brush your face, climbing higher and higher, you would disappear into the fluffy whiteness, a speck on the horizon. The earth would draw closer and closer as you reached the summit, maybe the rain would lash your skin, or the sun would break through and you would see clearly, the whole world would stretch out before your eyes, but you would be above it , detached and free.