In the stillness of the breath, learn to anchor your soul beneath the autumn leaves. Feel the weight binding you to the earth, a reminder that gravity is not your foe, but your companion in elevation.
To ascend while falling, align your heart with the whisper of the mountain. Align not your feet, but your spirit within the misting clouds, for they are less of a destination and more of a way.
The secret step is taken neither at your feet nor beneath you, but within. Close your eyes and hear the echo of the aspen leaves, promising not stasis, but transcendence.