[ 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘 :: 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟬 ] Once I've reached the last city lights and all I have are my own lights to guide my journey I say a short prayer to the effect:
"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴" and then I enter a world of logical calculation and emotion is reserved 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 for the experience in summer as you climb up through the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 towards the stars - which appear like cracks in the floor of another world above - there's something 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 about literally reaching for the the stars. In winter as you climb through the thick fog - once in a while getting a glimpse of the dark ⓢⓘⓛⓗⓞⓤⓔⓣⓣⓔ of the mountains and the distant lights of sleeping towns - you feel what it's like to literally be in the clouds. All these things that make 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 nervous, excite you. The night, the fog, the rain, the crossing wildlife, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦. You here alone - a speck of 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 yet also a guest of honor- to witness this while the rest of humanity lays down to sleep completely oblivious to the 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 that surrounds us.
"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴" and then I enter a world of logical calculation and emotion is reserved 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 for the experience in summer as you climb up through the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 towards the stars - which appear like cracks in the floor of another world above - there's something 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 about literally reaching for the the stars. In winter as you climb through the thick fog - once in a while getting a glimpse of the dark ⓢⓘⓛⓗⓞⓤⓔⓣⓣⓔ of the mountains and the distant lights of sleeping towns - you feel what it's like to literally be in the clouds. All these things that make 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 nervous, excite you. The night, the fog, the rain, the crossing wildlife, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦. You here alone - a speck of 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 yet also a guest of honor- to witness this while the rest of humanity lays down to sleep completely oblivious to the 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 that surrounds us.