The trek down the mountain was daunting as the last rays of light heralding sunset burst through the mass of clouds as if attempting to dearly cling onto the last remnants of the day. Thick mysterious clouds of mist were everywhere to behold, surrounding me, their beautiful white hue mingled with a cold sensation, clung to the core of my being. My muscles were aching; I had reached the point of exhaustion and now the realm of unmerciful night and menacing of sub-zero temperatures instilled within me an urgency. My body had reached physical exhaustion; with the passing of time my mind, steadily assuring and motivating ones will to continue beyond the realm of reality urged me forwards. The instinctive urge to survive, instilled within ones heart compelled me forwards down the mountainside. I glanced over towards the horizon where the glory of the sun was fading behind the mass of mountains in the far distance; its beautiful evening light created a natural symphony. Silhouettes of trees lining the mountainside intermingled with the soft fading light and slow, drifting enchanting wisps of clouds. Such raw beauty was truly beautiful to behold; I stopped and stood for long moments staring into the horizon, reflecting on the wisdom and spiritual profundity of Dostoevsky’s words “Beauty will save the World”
The mist was everywhere to behold, surrounding me, a sea of white cloud, mystical and ethereal yet at once calming, pervading my every sense. The mountain trek was long and arduous, the cold air clung desperately onto my clothes, forming minuscule icicles. My muscles ached as I climbed up the steep incline; step by step urging myself to continue beyond my physical capacity past the point of exhaustion, when one’s muscles are about to surrender. Ultimately, one searches deep within ones heart for inspiration. The mind takes over, steadily assuring and motivating ones will to continue beyond the realm of reality and push beyond the boundaries of what the body is willing to do. Hunched forward, burning with fatigue, urging myself forward, barely able to distinguish silhouettes of trees lining the mountainside through drifting clouds, my mind’s strength had reached its limit. Sensing that I was nearing the mountain summit, I envisaged a moment of rare beauty, one that I would cherish for all time. Delving deep within myself, that place where silent prayer kindles the embers of courage whose flames give birth to faith and hope, the place where dwells the indomitable human spirit, my strength renewed, I continued on my journey.
The veil of darkness that clung on desperately prior to sunrise was broken by the soft moonlight that managed to filter through the treetops illuminating the earth beneath my feet as I slowly made my way up towards the mountain summit, weaving my way between an almost invisible mosaic of rocks, stones, tree roots and bushes. The cold winter wind was surprisingly gentle that night, and as I gazed up towards Heaven itself, bright stars and a full moon cast their beautiful glow. I momentarily paused to appreciate their beautiful radiance. They seemed as precious jewels strewn across the galaxy; a divine tapestry of celestial beauty. With difficulty I withdrew my gaze and resumed my trek up the steep incline with renewed vigour, anticipating the splendour of sunrise. As I neared a cluster of huge boulders I climbed the imposing rock edifice steadily; suddenly I reached the mountain summit. Standing in reverent awe, I looked out eastwards towards the horizon, stretching out my hands in praise. My heart stirred, full of joy; a silent prayer resonated deep within my soul, rejoicing at the beauty of God’s creation, as the first rays of sunrise cast forth their divine beauty across the face of the Earth.
Walking along the cliff edge that comprised the western aspect of this rugged windswept cape, I gazed out across the ocean towards two lone islets. The waves seemed to relentlessly pound against their shores and curtains of sea water were swept up and caught in a tumultuous dance by the turbulent winds. I gazed out across the beautiful peninsula, comprising a mosaic of coastal bush, grass, rocks and dominated by a simple sandstone lighthouse. After long moments looking out towards the ocean I continued along the wooden bridge that wound its way along the cliff edge steadily descending, while bracing against gale force winds. I laughed with joy as I reminisced about my wonderful experience in the Shetland Islands. Eventually negotiating a sharp corner I suddenly stopped. I stood in awe, transfixed at the huge and vast cavern before me, bathed in the golden splendour of sunrise that opened up into the ocean. Violent winds sent mists of sea-spray like curtains of rainfall. The sight was truly magnificent to behold.
The flow of distant water was a melody that mingled effortlessly and blended gracefully with the song of birds lifting and falling away with the chorus of the wind. Descending the steep slope, I brushed past the splendid fronds of magnificent tree palms that graced my path forming a natural cathedral. The cool wind on my face provided relief from my tired muscles; the trek had been long and arduous yet every step manifested great joy as I rejoiced at the Garden of Eden that surrounded me. The once distant sound of churning of waters gradually became more noticeable and as the dense tree ferns gently gave way to sparser flora, I suddenly found myself in a pool of clear fresh water. The noise of flowing water grew louder and as I looked up a magnificent waterfall amidst a tropical rainforest cascaded forth in all its beauty.
Ascending the steep narrow road that led to the summit, I paused in silence, and looked up towards the town church, whose white walls were beautifully contrasted against the sky. It seemed as though a majestic hand had cast a magnificent blue veil across Heaven itself, such was its beauty. I looked heavenwards with childlike joy as the evening light illuminated the picturesque town and the smell of wood fires with on a cold winters day manifested an air of nostalgia. Suddenly I smiled, remembering the winding roads and pathways meandering into the heart of the town with its little footbridges over the Kander River. Walking through the town centre, I recalled vibrantly coloured and adorned buildings, and charming artisan stores delightful to behold. I spent many long moments experiencing the beautiful scenery that unfolded before me; the church, sky and forested hills surrounding this beautiful town, in a loving embrace.
The scent of fresh air following rainfall was still lingering in the cold winter wind, as I ascended the winding cobblestone road leading into the heart of the city. Having crossed an archaic bridge I could still hear the churning of the river as it meandered around this beautiful Alpine town, gateway to the European Alps. As I walked amidst the rows of magnificent coloured houses, the silence manifested a powerful impression as vivid as the array of beautiful coloured houses. Walking along the main road, I was greeted by Gothic cathedrals, half-timbered fachwerk houses, castles and towers manifesting the true beauty and charm of traditional German culture. Winding cobblestone streets opened up into splendid squares, surrounded by elegantly designed German buildings decorated with a lovely array of complementary vibrant Mediterranean colours, a hallmark of the cultural splendour of Germany’s culture and medieval heritage.