turmoil

i climbed the last few rocks, the peak that had once loomed but was now almost tamed. in a few minutes i would stand and admire the vista; oxygen would fill my lungs and my brain would light up with wonder at the beauty of the scene. a peak of happiness.

an hour passed. then another. i was still climbing. tantalisingly the peak was still close. i could almost reach out and touch it. but it was no closer either; i wasn't making progress any more.

then it became cloudy and my anticipation left me. i could no longer see the way.

happiness would have to wait. i slipped - and fell into the abyss.