My feet are damp. The muddy water continues to sieve through my Asics. I’m walking back and forth on the same patch of muddy grass.
At the foot of a hill that I can’t dare look up towards. A hill so big, so testing, yet so fruitful.
The start of a journey. The time everything feels overwhelming and exciting. Yet, the muddy water makes my socks heavy.
I know this climb is going to be a test. Hot and cold. Wind and rain. Light and dark. The swirling path circles around the hill, with a clear, yet ambiguous path to the top.
Will I make it?
I have no doubt. The climb begins.