A giant hill -like mountain is covered in skyscraper sized trees

The fog rolls in

It covers the base and makes its way to the top

In the late evening it’s all I see

In the distance I hear a waterfall

In front of me I hear life

Crickets talking to eachother,

Wolves singing in harmony

And the crunches on feet walking on dead leaves

The damp ground and flowers emit a sweet smell

One foot after another

I make my way to the mountain

The trees faze throw me as I walk

I take in the awe of the fog strolling in

Streaming to the bottom

As it gets darker life calms

I feel the isolation

How rejuvinating it is

The feeling of being alone

But never being truly alone