Sanctuary

I stood breathless, and captivated in a sight that I not ony knew by memory, but by the beauty than rayed through my very soul. As I watch the people below awe in silence, I take in the freshness and beauty of the mountain that I loved the most, and the mountain that took my breath away. I take it all in and look to the sky as a rain drop caresses my cheek and falls to the corner of my mouth.

I begin my trail up the mountain that I have climbed more than all the others upon my list. I make sure my shoes are nice and tight, and my backpack is full of all the necessities I need for a couple hours. Stone Mountain is one of the biggest granite domes and bas-reliefs in the world and I get the fortuitous chance to climb it once more. I start my pace at a brisk jog to get my adrenaline going. I start to slow down as I take each breath. I stop. I don’t know why I stopped. But something inside told me to stop. I look in front of me and see a mountain goat as it leaps in the air as if it were weightless. I see every muscle ripple as gravity sets in and hear the rocks around rumble in fear. He hits the ground with a god like stance and looks at me. I feel my heart pounding. “Is he going to attack?” He is still looking at me. I feel as though he is looking into the very depths of me. I look down and think, “ Is this real?” “Or some epiphany.” I look up to see that this powerful creature has dissapeared with no sound. All you an hear is the wind touch the trees and the leaves on the mulch covered ground move around. I feel a cold rush of wind dissasemble my hair from the tight pony-tail I had previously put it in. It is time to begin running. I take stride. I know that I have to finish my journey. It has just begun.

The length of my legs are of nothing to brag about, but in school I had always been a good long distance runner. I feel nothing at this point. My determination has kicked in at full capacity and the world is at a distance right underneath every single step I...