All the essentials gathered. Snacks packed. Map in my right coat pocket. And most importantly: a proper course plotted.
A look forward revealed mist-covered peaks. Storm clouds swirled in the sky. A sign of things to come? Of a game yet to start, to all but one.
The battle of a lifetime, or maybe just a trivial piece of gossip to read about in the news the day after and amuse yourself with for a moment before you leaned back in the sofa, took a content sigh, and turned on the tv to find out the results of yesterday’s football game. For mankind the former, for me the…