There’s this place I always go to when I’m feeling low. I
have to climb a steep path to get to the top of the mountain. When I reach the summit,
even though I’m breathless, the warmth of this place traps me, and I surrender
to its beauty. While sitting down with my back on a rock, I contemplate the
magnificent view below. It’s in this magical moment of quietness when
everything falls into perspective and I
can see things more clearly.