To The great Gods of the Mountains

I am normally a beach and sand person. But for the first time a mountain has made me realise its fiery beauty. It took us Baby steps to reach the top of Europe (which is what they call Jungfrau) Once we reached the level of 11333 feet above sea level, by train, we felt light headed and a bit tired. breathing became heavy. We took a step ahead, reached the restaurant had a meal went up a few flight of stairs, and had to stop again. Slowly and with trepidtion (because I saw a man whose face was blue, in the restaurant and a whole lot of fit looking men, sitting on the staircase looking glassy eyed and half dead!).. so slowy and with trepidition we went towards the entrance of the opening to go out to the mountains. we were seeing the mountains from the restaurant window, all whirling wind and falling blowing snow. And we knew we were about to stand out in -10deg C.
We dressed up in 3 layers adn gloves adn caps and ear muffs adn walked out and i slipped.. swoooop ! the ice was packed and slippery as a huge slab ! No worries.. all in the game. Got up laughing and that heated up our bodies some! Bravely we took some pictures and ran back in! But having stepped out in that cold, withstanding that kind of bitter wind, snow flaking our faces , shoes slipping,,, its a memory one does not forget!

While reaching the top we saw icicles.

Just hanging there, without a care in the world. I could just imagine how the water trickling down from melting glaciers must have suddenly touched chilled wind and just frozen in an instant on its way down. now instead of dripping water it was a sharp edge of an icicle.

We woke up that morning to colours. White mountains on grey backgrounds, ink blue sky with blue silk texture, dark green trees, dusted with white snow, green meadows spread in glory with yellow flowers, and sun dipped spots, melted liquid snow on black tarmac roads, white sparkling snow shining on our faces like millions of glittering diamonds strewn around, icy blue water fall trickling and bubbling into brooks, the tricky wind blowing now this direction then the other, red sun shining on snow capped mountains, leaving an orange hue tinged with yellow. It was a sight for all senses. The air was clean, pure and earnest. The sights were enough to drive the eyes into tears. One could hear a calmness in the air and also follow a buzz, which said its a day sent by gods. They would be angry if you dont go see his everlasting beauty and witness the mountains from the top. Birds sang and cows mooed. the grass sprung new and fresh, and small little floweres popped out from within their hiding spaces in the blades of grass. Fresh dung tinged the air, but it sent a message of spring and hope and new lives and old loves.

It was a glorious morning and i swear i grew a few years younger.

it was a day to thank the god for his marvellous creation of a human, who could see, hear, feel , taste, emote, love and dance. and for this human to thank god for his other creations which lets us see, feel, taste, emote, love and dance.