Nine Mile Burn, Pentland Hills, Edinburgh

A high-blue-sky Edinburgh day.

The Nine Mile Burn was calling.
Along the ridges of the hills I climbed
pushed and pulled by the wind.
The sky stretched out above me and the land rose and fell below.
The city...there was no city.
As though transported to some remote mountain range,
nothing mattered but the next step I took.
Step by step, by quiet step: freedom.