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At the top I stand alone. The wind is carrying my thoughts south and east. Twisting and turning, mixing them with old ideas and scattering them like clouds until it leaves a clear sky.
With serene mind, through the clear air, I watch you from afar. I realize you on the opposite peak. Then I close my eyes and open my mind furthermore, seeing you clearly as if you’re standing beside me. Wind is tossing your hair and your mind, but you wouldn’t confess.
You’re off for the tracks. At a slow rate, even step, aiming for the valley between the peaks. Gradually setting for a faster pace. You’re certain – though you never crossed this path, you descended on a lot of other lines. Follow the water and emotion. She always chose the least resistance. With the streams, you’ll go downhill and flow into the lake.
Opening my eyes, I rise before the descend over the white rocks to the foot of the summit. I take on the path, nearing the first vegetation. This high, only the tough remain. Delicate, yet resilient roots, emerging through the rocks, resemble the veins under your heel’s bright, transparent skin. Rounding them, I trip, I almost kiss them, but I carry on.
Enter the forest, where trees twist in strange forms. Passing under thick branches, I lean on them for support. Without them I would’ve fell on the rocks already.
I climb on a small cliff in order to sense you. Closing my eyes, I feel your presence. You are close to the flat ground between the peaks. I even see the little scratches in your ankles. A branch noted it’s being through a thin red curve on your shoulder, but you wouldn’t notice. You are so settled to blend with the waters, at the place where your flows come to an end.
I continue downwards, past the end of the forest. The wind takes me up again, scattering my mind further. I’m almost flying on pure feeling. Barely touching the ground, the energy pushes me forward. The last steps before the strand I abandon everything that holds me. I put my past off, leave my future, strip my whole identity on the way. Then I jump.
You are already swimming in the lake, towards the center. Under the splashing swipes I see your wet skin, glittering for a moment, then disappearing again under the foam.
The cold, fresh water burns my last hesitations.
By now you’re in the center.
By now I am in the center, setting myself upright in front of you.
You’re drifting slowly towards me, as if you’re awaiting the last moments before the end of a world and the beginning of another.
You’re close. I reach my hand, almost touching you.
I’m close. Opening you’re hands, you give up to the moment forever.
And we meet…
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