Highest of heights, I climb this mountain and feel one with the rock and grit and solitude echoing back at me.

The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond; reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.

Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I'm swept up in amorphous dust.

The mountain got too steep to climb.

I'm not afraid of heights. I rock climb. I can repel off the side of a building.

It is the conquest of this fear that adds half the charm to climbing.