Your day brightens, as you emerge warm from the last of the stunted beech. The sky is blue except for a few motionless clouds and your legs stretch upwards through the staircase of herbs to a slow spur. Gullies pass and the valley falls away. Your heart and lungs fall in with the rhythm of your legs and you soar. Later the slope eases and the cairn appears.
From the summit
reaching ahead
the lilting hills
reaching ahead
the lilting hills
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