Not mine
03.13.08 (10:51 pm) [edit]When you reach the peak of that summit, spread your arms open baring your chest to the cold gutsy winds, the biological clock inside you skips a tick. You have that eternal like calmness in your vicinity with nothing piercing through the layers of snow on top of solid rock turned into such a huge mass of ice.
Then, then do you hear the sound of mountain, the voice of god.
If I know beforehand when I'm going to die, I'll make a Bucket List.