The morning dawned, cold and bright in the heart of the mountain range. He'd never been so far away from home before, and now he knew why; he was a city boy at heart, and while the mountains were vast he could not imagine them large enough to contain much life. They were cold, and they were remote. Even when he stood on one, it seemed far away, as if he could never reach it. Still, the mountains were beautiful. He watched the layers of mist that shrouded the peaks, saying nothing.