I trod the ancient path towards the summit. Each step on the well-worn flagstones was an effort. An effort that we both had to make to meet here alone to talk, to discuss our differences.
She would be following a similar path up the other side of the hill. She would also see the crenellated walls of the mighty fortress ahead and above. She too would study the overgrown road in front of her. She too would find it a labor to crest this mountain and meet in the castle at its peak.
I stopped just beneath the grey stone wall at the summit and turned to look out across the landscape. Grey clouds were rushing in, almost scraping the structure above me. Was the dark a story of the past or a foretelling of the future?
It was the past that stretched out to the horizon. Every injury I had suffered. Every slight she had given.
A shaft of sunlight lit a field, dressing it in splendid gold.
But there were good times, weren’t there? Times of peace. Times when we worked together.
The gap in the clouds closed, the field turned to somber grey.
My time to reflect had come to an end and I knew I had to turn and ender the castle.
We had decided to meet here, on neutral ground, no counselors, and hash things out, a grand summit at the top of the world.
I entered the courtyard as she entered on the other side. We walked towards each other. The sun came out just before we met. She was still as beautiful as the day we had met.
We hugged and the quick kiss on the cheek was followed by a slightly longer one on the lips.
Perhaps, I thought as I took her arm in mine and headed towards the historic site’s café, we could work this out. Perhaps this was the beginning instead of the end.
She was smiling at me, a smile brighter than the sun.
I smiled back.
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Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge.