Wind throws itself through my clothes, tossing my hair and cooling the sweat of the climb from my burning, beating body. I am here. I am where I need to be - high above the crowds and the clouds, alone and utterly free. There is much to see but little to do, and earthly troubles melt away amidst these towering peaks.
It is mine, I declare. But no, only in the mountains do you finally realize that nothing belongs to you.