On top of the word- travel writing piece.

Melanie Small: On top of the world

After hours of ascending, I reach the top. As I step out from the shade, a heat wave hits me as the sun slowly scorches my skin. I look around at the transparent atmosphere; everything is so clear and crisp.

Sweat pours from my body and evaporates in seconds leaving behind a sticky glaze all over my skin. I shut my eyes tight as I listen to the sounds of the howling wind whistling straight through me. The overpowering sound of the waves crashing against the rocks fills my ears, while I can smell the sea’s salty scent. For me, heaven is here. It’s bliss.

My feet are solidly fixed to the earthy ground, for if I move, there’s a steep fall where I’ll be turned into fish food. From up here, everything looks so still, so peaceful, and it’s only when I look closely at the details I notice how alive nature really is. The fluffy froth from the waves looks like white horses racing, overtaking each other, while the birds perform to me overhead, dancing around the wispy clouds sing their songs for me to hear. It’s funny how perspectives change from up here, far in the distance – what looks like a blue dot- is actually a towering skyscraper.

I am a nature goddess right now. I feel like I can see, feel, smell, taste everything. The sea has left its mark everywhere; because of its salty spray I can feel the sticky salt stick to my skin while I can taste its perfume on the tip of my tongue.

Being here, I can really appreciate what’s around me.