Edo

It is steep but that was to be expected but the view is worth the climb.

My boots are heavy and every couple of minutes I come to a halt supported by my staff ,I do not sit as this would trouble my knees on my return to standing.

The landscapers windswept the trees in the distance rock back and forth like tiny bonsai. The wind sculpted this landscape, as I look out of the sea the waves have become like mountains. I fear for any fishing crews caught in that maelstrom.

The wind forces me back, my staff digs into the Earth as I stand like a tree unmoved except for the flipping of my garments. I feel the full power of the driving rain enveloping me.

Then suddenly the rain and wind cease In the same instant. I make out the peak in the distance.Long have I desired to stand again on that Peak looking down into the valley where I was born and to the sea beyond.

I climbed this mountain as a boy guided by my father’s hand edging along the side of precipices and over rough and stony ground.

I feel his presence with me even now I am old and he has been gone many winters. He had the same spirit as the mountain. A top Mount Edo one feels close to Heaven.