I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. It was a windy and grim day, the breeze hitting against my skin was refreshing and I could smell the fresh dew drying off the mountains surface and the grass with a sweet sent to it I peaked over the cliff and to my surprise I found a house standing on nothing but a rock, built out of wood, the house looked a bit old creaking every time the wind bowed against it. I was so fascinated at how it worked without civilisation how it was powered by wind and how it collected its own water through a big container which stood right next to the windmill and the little house with the flapping of the door which was left wide open. The evidence of life with the washing on the line flapping up and down from the wind it looked freshly washed, judging that it was flapping very densely in the air the wind slowly changing smell as it slowly turns into the smell of fresh rain drops as there is a gathering of dark clouds. My skin sticky from all the dew gathered on it. The house so mysterious curiously I found my self lost in the structure I felt like I should go and explore but I was frightened to step foot on to the wood fearing it would fall apart and crumble to the very ground I slowly stepped back to take a picture of my discovery as I clicked the button on the camera it clearly captured every single detail of the house and I continued my journey back to my home