Hiking in Bymarka

“Oh wait, that is the top!”, I say aloud, as I head for the top (for real, this time). I really am laughing with myself (kind of laughing at myself to a certain extent) when I finally make it. This is beauty in its purest form. I am standing, completely alone, on the top of the mountain. The wind is strong, whistling powerfully in my ears. The mountains are green, covered in trees, with random rocky patches here and there and a couple of lakes that look deep blue from a distance. The air is clean, transparent, faithfully mirroring the clear, blue sky. The immensity of the 360-degree view cannot be put into words, I?m not even attempting to do that. It is so utterly stunning and breathtaking. I feel so belittled I can barely stand. I mean, literally, I?m sort of awkwardly crouched, hands tightly clutched to the rocks. I keep turning my head back and forth to make sure I?m not missing anything.