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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
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 2:13 AM UTC
Mountain Climbers
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?
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 2:13 AM UTC
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