30. Fire In My Heart.

The mountains soared upward as if determined to kiss the heavens. Just looking at them it was easy to see why the ancient Greeks thought of the Gods on Mount Olympus, ruling from their home in the clouds. Each of them was white-peaked, but nothing like the neat line around a chocolate waffle cone. The snow reached down from the cap in craggy white fingers, no doubt up close there were mighty cracks in the rock deep packed with ice. 

Nobody could have guessed they'd come so far. Turtle neck sweaters, woollen coats, warm jeans and boots, the beanies on their heads, they were amazed by the surroundings.

"You like it?" he asked holding her hand as the cold breath released from his mouth.

"I love it," she replied, her cheeks were turned crimson red and she looked more beautiful than before.

Next moment and from the cold wind her beanie flew away making her startled.

"Woah!" she said putting a hand on her head when he chuckled running to catch the b