Hang on, although that seems to be my last breath, I enjoy very much. It is on my left side, my heart is so right to refresh and always suddenly give me a new perspective. All these only happen when hiking to full capacity.
Hang on. I keep reminding myself that I shall not be short of next breath.
I tell a falling leaf to hang on too, and to wait for my trembling hands.
It playfully dances in the wind.
This is a turning point. How beautiful and lovely the pictures and life will be after this.
And in 2013.