Mountains of the mind or the real thing, all are hard work but both should leave us with a feeling we have achieved something when we overcome them.
I read this to some friends at the top of Mount Snowdon Wales. A great snowy day.
Quiet differences are lit by morning sun,
we rise out of one moment into stillness
and wait for the world to spread around us.
Colours so clear, strong dazzling light
returned from so many years that this
one time is not even real any more.
We leave with reflections in mind
of blue sky inverted and light the only
way to take the mountain with us.