Hiking boots. Rucksack. The peace of the summit.
On the final ascent to the summit, you only focus on putting one foot in front of the other. The steady rhythm: wonderfully satisfying. Your breathing quickens, your muscles tighten in one last push. And then you’re there, at the summit cross. Nothing but wide-open space all around. Rugged mountain peaks, a steel-blue sky, the sound of the fresh breeze. You let out a little whoop of joy. If it moves you, it’s #realtime.












