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A Piece That The Author Of This Blog Is Working On Called Symbolism In The Hills

Cut through the wind. A run on the road. 1000 turnovers before the hill.

Bounded to the ground by almighty gravity. The Earth asks us to be still, flat, pasted to it.

Each stride now a rebellion against the institution of physics.

Now the hill. Bastille day. Battle of the Bulge. Mordor. Up we go young child. All we ask is that we do not stop. Breach the top... No matter the pressure expelled by Mother Nature.

Up against the world, in our own mind.

At the top of the hill the trail curves.

Above the city. Watching. It is true, Angels are in the clouds.

Mud. Dirt. Broken rock. Road, hill.

We've dented the institution. We've penetrated the lady.

Today the mist, the fog, the grayness. All heavier than her normal look. Look further than ten yards, you cannot. The droplets form a grey cape. It pierces the mind. With curiosity and uncertainty for what lays beyond.

This is how it feels to be in the clouds.

In good weather, this trail is the right of passage. Stay on board. Follow it until your destination.

Today the trail today is not the path.

With the rain and mist and grey the off off-road will be the one we bargain with. Stray far from the trail. It is ravaged by mud, water. By the gravity and the wind and the rain. These the exact forces we fight against in our run.

She wants us pasted, magnetized.

This is the fight.