Rocky Mountain

It was the day of trek. With filled energy and enthusiasm, we rose up before the sunrise. We began our trek when sun started to emerge behind the hills. It was a moment of joy, the everyday sunrise, which is hardly experienced in our daily existence.

In paces, the ascent began. The higher we climbed, there was further more to crawl.. The moment any peak would be sighted, it was thought to be the "one", but the real "one" happened to be in disguise, somewhere behind manifolds.
The inevitable breaks during the course had been the essence of our climb.

On reaching, I felt, that it was the highest peak of the world, where we could stand, sit or walk. Of course, that was a funny thought.

The descend took place in no time, with no urge for breaks.

In the end, it was difficult to imagine how I managed to make it. The reality then seemed to be unreal.