The cold fell on my face, my ears, my nose. It absorbed into my skin, my bones, and met the fire in my soul. I sighed. The road before me lay in the shadow of the mountains. I could see the birthing rays of a new sun stretch out over the peaks, but the light was hidden, its full brilliance only something to be guessed at, not seen.
And I thought, this is my life. A road in the shade of a mountain. What would I see if I summitted the peak and saw the sun beyond the mountains?
