The Most Wonderful Moments in the World 2

Standing on a Hilltop and Screaming My Lungs Out

The ferocious, howling wind whips my hair into my eyes temporarily blinding me. As I remove the strands of obstruction I can see the view: tops of everything surrounds me, tops of hills, tops of far off cars, tops of low slung clouds, and tops of trees I hiked past on the way up. I'm standing atop a hill higher than the rest, higher than the tallest trees, higher than the sky itself. I peer out through the beginning of what will be a gloriously foggy midmorning. The sun hides somewhere behind the curtain of clouds and a low rumble of thunder sounds from deep within the land of Narnia.

Not sure of how long I have until the sky opens up and releases the contents of its clouds I decide what I'm going to say. Deliberating between screaming out a secret or a cry of emotion I eventually make my decision. By now I can hardly hear my own thought and I step up to the edge of the drop-off point located just a few feet in front of me. Testing out the current screaming conditions I open my mouth and immediately my breath is take from me by the whipping wind. I try again, leaning forward, arms outstretched, my yelp comes through. I shout into the wind, and as soon as my voice leaves my lips it is gone, lost in the wind, swept away into the abyss of fog, clouds, and the rushing loss of inhibition.

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