A journey's end.

Never knew for sure. 

Is it the beginning of a new chapter not yet revealed? 

It is deep written in my skin, the fog a subtle caress, the trees a long indistinct murmur through the unforgiving wind, reminding me where I am, what I was, who I will be.

I don't fret. But I longinly revive every second, every change of light, darkness, shadow and cloud, intangible memories only preserved in the heart of hearts that keeps my soul raging, breathing, climbing, singing, writing, drawing, living.

And only one thought keeps returning. 

Let me slumber at the high hills, let the idle mind fly in the dark skies of Edinburgh.