The Highest Point Of The Mountain - 1413 Words

He stood on the lip of the plateau. The highest point of the peak. The sky glowed faintly above what appeared at first to be a line of cumulus clouds. Only they were not at all. They were forming way too fast. Faster than the sun’s rays could rise above the rim of the Earth. They were also in the higher reaches of the atmosphere, far too high for nature’s hand. They make little sense until one understands they are not natural. He felt around in his jacket pocket for his phone. It wasn t like he had to use an app to recognize them. It could only tell him what the things he looked at were not. It also gave him a better idea of the location of the objects in the sky. He adjusted the settings on his smartphone. He selected a birds-eye view.†¦show more content†¦Michael sat back down on the fold out chair he d brought with him, pondering what he witnessed He had no doubt this was an extraordinary event. At once beautiful to watch and terrifying in its possible implications. He had watched it several times over the past days and it only got more bizarre each time. He stretched and yawned. There was time for a coffee before he began analyzing the new data. He leaned forward in his chair. Something had moved in the bush covering the edge of the plateau where the ground fell away to the slope. A figure was making its way onto the peak. He had never known there a path emerged in that spot on the mountain. He stared in surprise as the old grizzled man came slowly toward him leaning a little on his long stick. The old man might as well have appeared when the magician pulled back the curtain. He gave Michael a wide smile displaying an almost full mouthful of white teeth. Judging from the deeply lined face and scrawny body man Michael guessed the man to be in his seventies, but his obvious vitality made it difficult to be certain of his age. The old man gestured to Michael without a word, then started back the way he came. Michael got up from his chair and followed behind. When he reached the edge of the plateau the old man was already disappearing into the scrub. He hurried after him, catching glimpses of the old man s red and blacked checked cotton shirt between the branches of trees. The route down the slope