He kept walking towards the hill on the curvy roads of the mountain. He loved all the detailing of the mountains that he saw. The trees, the cold and the silence. He could simply hear the sound of wind against his face and this music was instantly loved by him. To him this walk was like maintaining rhythm with the nature where he just wanted to distract his energies which he managed to a great extent. Now the thoughts in his mind were as cold as his skin. But he was enjoying it. He never wore a wrist watch because he didn't wanted to be bound by anything. So ideally without any estimate of the minutes he employed on walking towards the hill, he was just enjoying this not so lonely, long very long walk.
He was now approaching the hill. The destination that he has set mentally for himself this morning. Although there was nothing very special about it but still he wanted to explore. He wanted to know how lonely places are and what lies beneath. Normally when u walk a long distance, the last few steps are the heaviest. But he didn't feel any heaviness. Although walking on hills was not something he did frequently but he was headstrong and that kept him going.
The building was not a fresh built for sure. It was quite aged. He could see the back of this small house on the hill from a distance and he has been assuming that there wont be many people residing there. Although there was no board but he knew it was some kind of rest house as he could see lights till late in the evening. Towards the road was the face of this building which appeared to him as lonely as himself and the inhabitants of the building. There was a stone which was placed on a set angle to give it a shape of a bench over two other stones. Nearby that stone was a small shed made of rags under which there was a stove and some utensils which have turned black due to overheating on the stove.
He could not see anyone there although but still he thought of exploring the place. He walked to the gate and saw it half opened. He knocked the gate and stood there for a while waiting for someone to respond. For 2 - 3 minutes no one responded. He decided to rest on the stone bench as now he started to feel drowsy due to excessive walking. He placed himself on the bench and took a look around. It was amazingly calm and beautifully cold. Although because of walking and and the rum he consumed sometime back he was not feeling very cold now.
His motel appeared equally beautiful from the distant. Now having been there there was a sense of satisfaction of having achieved something. Although he was still waiting for someone to answer the door.
