Exploring

Climbing through the pages, sticking picks into the spine.  Discovery takes place with each new letter that I find.  Some books are a gentle hill, sloping through familiar paths; others present steep and exciting drops, treacherous new heights.  I stick a flag in deep as I reach the top.  Done.  Slowly beginning my descent, the flag flickers grimly in the back of my mind, calling like a siren.  The time will come to return to these peaks.  For what foolish climber thinks they can discover all the mountain offers in one trip?