AAhiker

If it's not surprising that we look to the sky for our gods. There seems little mystery to me that warriors of the past Bellow thier war cries to the air into the sky. When I think of the emotional shift from when a grey sky turns blue, or the rush at the first crack of thunder and the awe of splitting lightning. Some of our cowed by these things, what others feel their own battle cry well in their chest. That cry that Welling of passion and determination, that feeling that I will not be dominated. That is what I feel today as I look to this gray sky awaiting the first crack of that thunder. The restlessness that builds within me until I find the trail again. The
mighty A.T. as vast and beautiful as the
sky that rolls out before me.