A happy person climbs the mountain.
A person who quietly ascends and descends alone has a beauty of their own. I too sometimes hike alone.
There is also something special about seeing two people walking up and down together in silence.
A couple, softly encouraging each other as they climb, embodies a quiet grace. Perhaps it’s because the sight of someone walking along a forest path—especially from behind—is always deeply moving.

Yes, happiness lives in the mountains.
To climb is to find happiness.
Going alone is fulfilling, but going with someone you cherish is even better.
The front view of a hiker is beautiful, but the view from behind holds something even deeper.

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