Ghosts Of The Early Morning Haze

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First Light Approaches

As the light crept through a crack in the door, I arose from my pensive slumber. My bag was packed in complete silence. I left the room leaving no trace that I had ever been there.

The drone of the bus engine was the only noise in the brisk air as we made our way through the early morning haze.

The crisp Alpine air struck my chest with the force of a hammer. I surveyed my lot as the new mornings sun struggled to shake off the night.

We walked like ghosts through the early morning haze leaving but our footprints as proof of our passing.

Not a voice is heard.

The crunch of the dew soaked grass under foot is the only sound carried on the cool breeze.

As the sun summits the great mountains, it warms my heart. It pushes me forwards. It pushes me onwards.

Ever upwards as to new heights. The exceptional views are only paralled by the pain in my oxygen starved muscles. I will myself to take another step.

Pain soon forgotten.

Desire is everything.

Desire is reason.

One step becomes two. Two steps become three.

We walked like ghosts through the worn trail leaving but our footprints as proof of our passing.

There is no cheering at the finish line. There are no loved ones to kiss our cares away.

At the finish line nobody rejoices.

One by one, ghosts motionlessly head home to stir again another day.

Tonight, muscles will rejoice.

Tonight, hearts will rejoice.

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