
There is a top of the mountain, in a faraway country, that bears the thought of a man.
It’s not a nursery rhyme. This is the sphinx. It’s high up on the Carpathians, and the climb to it is rough, long and tiresome. The wind is strong, the air is sharp, the sky is deep and the time stands still there. The feeling you get is more like a heart attack, than a reverie. You get so filled with it all, and your lungs can’t cope with the thin air, your chest gets all tight, you can’t breathe, and your brain feels too large for your skull; you can feel it popping and cracking…You try to breathe, but there isn’t enough air to fill your chest, and you start seeing everything brighter, the noise is dim, and any scream that you may muster fades into the deep below you…
I’ve been there a long time ago. But I remembered it because today I felt these things again, only this time it wasn’t the hight that made them happen. This will be a short post, as my oxygen ran out, not due to the lack of it, but to the kind of day that this was…Enjoy this view!
And don’t forget: you have a place that makes you feel like this; send me a picture…my kids are coming in two weeks, they want to see the world through your eyes! Share your treasure…