We came to the mountain peak at first light. Courtesy of the Spirit.
The view is unobstructed in all directions. I wanted to see this view on our outbound trip weeks ago, but we kept to the pass which meanders by, far beneath us. We turn our backs on the flattened city with the fields and desert beyond and take in the other view. We see the walled city and its bridges where Elijah and I met.
Its distance means nothing. We could be there now if we wanted.
For now we wait.
I am intrigued by the ocean that awaits beyond that.