The (O’Ceibreiro) hills were alive

If I’ve ever felt elated, it was the morning I stepped out into the crisp, dry air of the mountain village of O’Ceibreiro and walked along with the sunrise beside me, waves of valley fog below me, and the soft thud of my walking sticks on frozen ground.

They say enlightenment comes from mountain tops. I felt so darned happy. Present.

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