Austria (21/8/07)

I refrain from speaking. So many thoughts churn within me. Unspoken, they fall as sighs between fir trees and broken trails. They are trampled into the mud as we make our way higher and higher, over rocks and earth and fallen leaves. The terrain changes as we ascend this mountain. I quicken my step to rejoin your side, my face pale with concentration lest I trip over an unseen log. I am unused to this, to say the least.