Kaikora.

A million miles from home; an eternity away from anything I knew.

Unleashed –
Trekking from sun rise, hoping to kiss the sky, imagining night would never fall.

Rising –
On half the circle; wrapped in the clouds, and blinded by the mist.
On the other half; punished by the sun, yet grateful for his insurance.

The peak –
G-D’s emanating veins seemed to disappear from the mountain.
As we grew taller the ocean had threatened to vanish.


750 M. No traffic in the sky.