I wander the mountains, and think. Every thought crowding my mind as I begin. As my legs burn and I struggle to breath, I try and look at each thought as it comes to me. Slowly my body finds its comfortable rhythm. Slowly my thoughts get clearer.

Grey skies above me show their polarity in the brilliant colours of all the foliage around me. It’s cold up here, the wind is fierce and the rain is going to slap me in the face any moment now.

Few adventurers pass me this day.

There’s safety in the anonymity that comes with this weather. Freedom feels closer here than anywhere.