The Destination

I lie there with my eyes closed and picture the path ahead.

It is a monumental mountain surrounded by its lesser foothills. Hanging barely above the horizon, I can see its snowy cap turned a hazy blue. This mountain, I see, is the ideal. I must climb it.

I approach closer and the pathways start to form, a ridge there, a crevasse there, awe-inspiring glaciers, how will I climb it?

Doubt surrounds me but conviction pushes me further.

And I open my eyes with water as far as I can see.