What a beautiful post for peace. Thank you.
The sun is already high in the sky by the time we descend from the mountain. The morning fog has lifted and our eyes follow the path with ease. We can now see the loch down below, a pale blue shimmer catching the colours from above.
The soft humming of insects and the call from the eagle let us know we are never alone.
We see the old man in his blue dungarees up in the distance. He turns around and waves with his hat.
“Nice to see you again,” he says. “I am later than normal because the fog was so dense.”
“We waited a bit too before setting off,” says our companion “and it has turned out so beautiful now.”
Near the bend is a sign that says ‘Please use the path’.
“I always choose the path of peace,” says the old man. “There is so much going on…
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