I can feel us on the edge here this narrow ridge we’re hiking it’s thin enough in places that I’m nearly certain we’ll topple down the side
But we haven’t yet and it could be your acrobatics or mine that’s got us still balancing in an act a professional tightrope walker would balk at
We’re daring though and the view from up here so far is breathtaking and the thrill of chill wind against our faces exhilarating
The peak not yet in sight shrouded in soft white fog that was forecast to disappear by noon instead it’s rolling down the side thickening and reaching for us
Our view goes white with gray eddies loosely defined interludes of curling air the pebbled ground slowly fading so we clasp our hands together it’s less stable but comforting as the mist swirls between us
Soon there’s nothing no outline the last wisp of your hair is gently consumed into this vaporous world where only a touch obstructs surreal isolation
If you have ever been hiking a mountain in dense fog, you know how strangely alone it is possible to feel, even with another person along. I've only done so once myself, but I will not soon forget it. Also, better title suggestions?