I stand upon the edge of the cliff and look down, down into the thick curtains of mist which hide unknown depths. If I step into the fog, how far would I fall? The silence is heavy upon this mountain top, not the sound of a bird or a highland sheep to break the thick, woolly quiet. Stones loom before me, partly shrouded in fine grey mist. I press on, tracing the edge of the mountain with my feet and breathing in the cool scent of wet grass and blue isolation. I am alone here, detached from the distractions of the modern world which is constantly rushing past me in streaks of garish color and strident noise. This must be the origin of peace, the silence of the mist and the earthy sincerity of the rocks and the sea.
Then, the mist begins to part.
The sun breaks through the fog in gradual rays, pushing aside the grey satin folds with its golden fingers. The world spreads out beneath me, cascading down in lichen-spotted rocks and grassy slopes. At the base of the mountain sits a dark pool, colored a shade of blue that the Pictish warriors used to paint their faces with before battle. Beyond that is the sea, endless and powerful in its tranquility. In the distance, I spot the small town we passed by not long before our journey here. The houses are but specks of salt against a quilt of chrysochlorous shades, all woven together to cover the land.
Here I stand on the precipice of the wild, its breath against my cheeks which stirs a fierce desire for adventure in my chest. How far could I go, should I walk toward the desolate horizon? What vast empty spaces lie just beyond my line of sight? I could stride endlessly across purple moors and over craggy ranges of dark rock if it meant I could feel the pulse of the earth all around me. Here, time and reality are unpredictable. There are no schedules and rules to govern the wild places of nature. Not a single human footprint marks the ground and taints the untamable beauty of this place.
The silence presses in and all I can hear is my breath, my heart beating. It moves in time with the turn of the earth, and I know I have found a place where my soul could find rest.