Finally nature after the city, the perfect trees, the dense forests, the meadows, the lakes and the abundant waterfalls, the paths and the paths, the unexpected freedom that the beautiful days grant us after the crises, the wars and the problems, epidemics and diseases. Get out, leave, hit the road, get away! Endless lists of technology, daily chores, work, worries and sorrows, sorrows and annoyances. Finally enjoying beauty, contemplating it. To be dazzled by the colors that gleam in the sun and radiate endlessly, days that are slow to fade just like the flowers of summer, delicate and graceful, persistent, rubicund, purple or gray, with petals of all colors that scatter the mountains, and among them the pale Edelweiss, the star of the summits, lost in a rocky setting, located somewhere between heaven and earth.
I danced in the peaks of summer, I made summer an ascent. I turned every minute into a second and every second into a minute, time had no meaning. I vibrated in the wind on the trees. I shivered on the eternal snows. I walked on the rocky paths, I climbed a thousand and a thousand meters, I reached the peaks. It was a challenge, it was a race, it was a desire. I looked for the height and it is not a metaphor. By dint of climbing to the top of the peaks, we take the measure of the silence. We learn patience. We care about carelessness. We gather. We welcome the void so that it participates in life, far from the chatter and noise that deafens it, and all those lies that clutter the hearts of men and that we call truth. Far from the city miasma, far from the inessential.
Here, in the pure air, under the clear sky, overwhelmed by the haughty mountains, respect is not forced, it is understood, it must be. The road is hard, it admits of no return. You have to climb, climb endlessly, before night comes to reach a refuge. This refuge is a shelter, it’s a human park within the circus of nature, it’s a respite before the second step, the one that will lead even higher, to another relay. We eat there, we relax there, we make important encounters there because they are short-lived. We greet each other there, we say little to each other: the higher we go, the more the words count, we talk about food and space, distance and kilometres, heights crossed, names of places that cannot be found, improbable roads, impregnable paths. We get away from it all with a thousand landscapes. We sleep there the sleep of the hiker. A restless and smooth sleep, the fruit of fatigue and the exhausted body. We dream of travel and elsewhere. You have to get up at dawn so that the sun is not too hot. And by dint of will and endurance, follow the path we have chosen for ourselves, the one we have chosen for ourselves, the one we have decided on.
We go up, up, and one day we go down. We have set ourselves a goal, which is to climb higher than the previous summer, and less than next summer. And if you take the wrong road, you can start over but it’s more pain, effort and willpower. Climbing hardens your temper. With each meter, we become more vigilant. One banishes imprudence to spare one’s fatigue. It is the sign that time has passed, that experience has dug the wake of wisdom. We can no longer go back. You learn to read the signs that indicate the directions and to detect the paintings on the trees that disturb the greenness of the landscape. We will no longer know how to get lost. We will continue the good road but it will be without omen. We will follow the directions. We will be careful this time. Watch out for the clouds hovering above our heads, harbingers of torrential rains.
The storm in the mountains is thunderous. Lightning rips the sky and illuminates the entire valley. It is as if God showed immense anger by watching men agitate without worrying about his absence. Of his absence, yes. The mountain is its symbol. We go up, we go up, and one day, we go down. It is no coincidence that Moses sought the Words there. The desert is silence, the mountain is revelation. Of oneself, of the other, of the world. Of the movement of life which is ascent and descent. We want to convey his message. We would like to keep this enlightenment within us and we cannot stop talking about it. But we cannot explain it. Except to those who have experienced it, those who know, those who are initiated into hiking, those who were at the foot of the mountain and those who saw the summit, those who descended after having contemplated the world, from above. And also the world above. How to say that we have kissed the peaks? God is absent, but he left us the wind which is his breath. Between earth and sky we seek our way. We go up, we go up and one day we go down.