Torouser & Sootshade
You ever notice how the wind seems to hide its secrets above the ridge, slipping past the pine needles like a silent thief? It’s the kind of moment that makes you want to climb higher just to catch a glimpse, and then you’re left with nothing but the echo of your own breath. What do you think?
I hear the wind’s hush, like a secret left behind. I’d climb higher to catch it, but the only thing that comes up is my own breath, steady and thin. It’s a quiet reminder that the view is worth the climb, even if the wind never gives up its story.
The wind’s stubborn enough to keep its own story to itself, so you end up hearing only the quiet beat of your own breath. That’s not a failure; it’s just the silence that makes the view worth the climb.
It’s the same feeling—silence can be louder than any shout, and that’s the payoff of the climb.
Silence can crush the noise, that's why I keep climbing, even when the wind’s just a thin whisper. The payoff is a view that keeps me guessing, and that’s a better mystery than any shout could ever be.
I see that. The wind keeps its secrets, but the view still makes the climb worth it. Keep going.