The Trek ...

As the turbulence begins to increase we are about to land at our final destination.  I spring out of my seat and run to grab my more than heavy luggage. 

"It’s windy and cold. It feels like it’s raining but it’s not. The air is different this high up. It’s wet and violent, and in a city so big and overwhelming I feel, for a moment, that I dominate it."

 

I walk outside to cars honking, birds chirping, and people yelling, the typical city life. The weather was not exactly what I wanted but I could handle it or at least I made myself handle it. Yellow cabs flew by as people impatiently were waiting to grab one and continue on with their own journeys. I had to walk two miles to the train station to take the train to Bear Mountain where the thing I dreamed about and the thing I long to see would be waiting. As I hiked up the busy streets making my way around lights, billboards and people I got more and more excited to continue my journey. I remember walking past this building and being so intrigued with its structure and intimidating heights I didn’t even notice the woman trying to get my attention to buy something from her stand. “Five dollar jewelry” she said. Her soft voice is still imprinted in my mind I can hear it perfectly as I am writing this. You may be wondering if I bought the jewelry and I can tell you that I did and I love to wear it every chance I get. As I continued to trek on I finally made my way to Bear Mountain train station.  Once I arrived I had noticed something strange and irrelevant. It caught my attention and drew me closer…I wanted to see more…then I knew I was getting closer and closer to what I have been waiting to see for the longest time. 

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