The Long Tale No. 8 - The Mountain's Children

The mountain stood, impressive and foreboding among its children. The foothills rolled among the grasses, a flowing river of peaks and troughs. But the mountain stood, distant and unreachable, spiking into the sky. The man had climbed it once, long ago, and stood atop its great shoulders, gazing upon the world. And, what he could see were the ups and downs of the mountains' children; a reflection of his journey to the top, misted with cloud and time. But, yet, there was another mountain in the distance and another challenge to climb. And many foothills to cross to get there.