Mountains she had climbed, and some yet on the horizon. And even though each footstep hurt, she's the type to carry on simply because she knows each stride will take less on the way down.

She's climbed more mountains than I have. 

But plenty of those mountains were in her way only because the straight and narrow got a little too straight. And now she's older and wiser and brighter because of it, and maybe that's why I'm craving some mountains of my own.

I just want to get to pick which ones I have to climb.