An Early Morning Symphony
I exhale, and a deep sigh of relief escapes my lips. I can see it - the top. The brink, the peak, whatever you want to call it. But there it is; the goal of my mission. The reason I have climbed so far, without so much as a pause. Only a few metres away.
Picking up speed, I force my legs to keep moving, to cover that distance, using the last few wheezes and pants left inside me. The wind picks up, and my hair whips my face. Nearly there ... just a few more agonizing steps ...
I've made it. I have actually done it! I turn and look out, letting the achievement sink into my skin like water seeps into soil. There is none higher than me now - for I am standing at the top of the highest mountain, looking down at the wonderful world below.
I drop the case that was hitched on my shoulder, and open it. The sun's early glow, it's gleam dimmed by the clouds, flashed on the smooth wood, making it look alive. Taking my cello from its snug home, I wander across the peak, looking for a sturdy rock to