Jake Beet - auranaturespark.com

Follheur Waterfall

Your skin feels tight. Dull. Like it’s just… waiting for something to happen. You slap on moisturizer every day. Still dry by noon.

You notice it first in the shower drain. Then the brush. Then the mirror. It’s not just hair falling out. It’s confidence slipping.

You’re lost again. Frozen Wastes. Same spot. Third time this week. I’ve been there. Felt the wind cut through my coat.

You’ve probably already gotten lost trying to find Drailegirut Mountain. I have too. More than once. It’s not your fault. The maps are wrong.

The wind here doesn’t whistle. It grabs. You’re standing at the base of Drailegirut Mountain and your ears pop before you’ve taken five steps.

You’re standing at the trailhead. Wind bites your ears. The air smells like wet stone and pine resin. That’s when doubt hits.

You’re standing at the trailhead. Staring up. Wondering how high Mountain Drailegirut really is.

You’re standing at the trailhead. Fog swallowing the first switchback. No idea which path actually goes up. I’ve been there. More than once.

You’re tired of starting over. Every time you lose a few pounds, it comes back. Faster. I’ve watched people try every diet under the sun.