Imaginary Squirrels and Butterflies

I took the dog for a walk on the mountain yesterday. Exiting the gate we headed straight up through Higgovale to the point where houses stop and the mountain begins. Below us the roofs stretched back toward the harbour, broken by the Molteno Reservoir, and above was the cable car grinning out of a cloud bank.

If felt good to push upwards, to be alone on the rocks and in the wind. The Table Cloth had hidden the top for the better part of two days and walking up to join it set me apart and gave me space to think.

Sharpie chased imaginary butterflies and squirrels, keeping close but testing her boundaries. I pushed until my legs were sore and then sat down to breath in and be. Beautiful. Alone. Whole.