Climbing excitedly along the mountain’s summit, I headed in the direction of a mountain peak in the distance, dark and defiantly rising above the pure white clouds that surrounded it, beautifully illuminated by the light of Heaven. The narrow mountain ridge was scantily covered in a mosaic of dirt, gravel and coarse grass, worn by the passage of time and countless traveller’s footsteps. I slipped on numerous occasions yet smiled with joy and exuberance of a child; this moment was simply too beautiful to miss and nothing would deter me. On either side of the summit the mountain slopes covered in grass plunged into the depths below. Angelic white clouds drifted across the face of the Earth, extending outwards in all directions towards the magnificence of the Swiss Alps, beautiful snow capped mountains in the distance contrasted against the majesty of Heaven. Pausing, silent in my thoughts I yearned to embrace this moment forever. Such beauty infused my mind heart and soul with an overwhelming sense of peace, joy and love.