Monument to Christ the Redeemer

On my way up to the canopy if of this grand city, Rio de Janeiro
The sky heavy with hovering clouds, and choking fog
I smell the sweet smell of the fresh tropical mountain air, as I almost touch the heavens.

As I look up to what I came here for, this renowned mania, I see an
Immense statue.
A sacred statue,
Christ the Redeemer.

Awestruck by the vast ominous of this colossal creation,
I almost tripped over myself.
I finally grab hold of the nearest frosty rail to keep my unsteady body upright.

The cool wintry air whipping across my sweaty forehead,
My feet sore from the trek up to the pinnacle of all peaks
But still my joy is not depleted from the physical sense.

I've reached the tiled plane directly under this overgrown body!
The feeling is otherworldly.
To be granted with the honor of being in this place where only few human from all
around have visited in a lifetime,
Is like a dream come true.

I caress the cool silky granite underneath the heart-warming giant, and I hear my sneakers
squeak with delight on top of the spotless, and glossy stone tiles.
But as I stare at the cement wonder, I notice that I cannot see its face, the fog has lastly
swallowed the surrounded it up by the denseness of it humid topical climate.

I have realized that since, the low flying clouds have cloaked the once beautiful view of
the ocean, and city, my one-day trip to the stunning hill above Rio de Janeiro has ended.

I hope one day I will come back to this sacred place, and experience the wonderful
sensation once more.

By G.S.