I woke up early this morning, full of energy and promise. I decided to walk to the top of the world, a beautiful hill not too far from my home, a steep hill, much steeper than I have walked. Maria fought against this, at first she refused to take me there, she said it was much too much, I said I would walk there myself, or hitchhike there, or take my car and drive. You cannot tell me where to walk, I said, suddenly feeling trapped and helpless.

She said she would take me there, but not to the steepest hill, to another one, steep enough, but not so long. We went there. It was a very tough walk for me, but I made it up the hill, I felt strong and confident, as I turned around to walk back, I knew I would pay for this walk the rest of the day, it was worth every bit of pain and exhaustion. We walked out into the hayfield, Red did some spectacular outruns in search of sheep, Maria carried my camera and I got to take some photos.

I loved this walk to the top of the world, it filled me with excitement, promise and the love of my life. There is so much beauty in the world, sometimes you have to walk up a steep hill to find it.