They had not gone far on the fifth day when they left the last straggling pools and reed-beds of the marshes behind them. The land before them began steadily to rise again. Away in the distance eastward they could now see a line of hills. The highest of them was at the right of the line and a little separated from the others. It had a conical top, slightly flattened at the summit.
‘That is Weathertop,’ said Strider.–FotR, “A Knife in the Dark”
That is Strider’s Weathertop
MyWeathertop is almost the same, yet slightly difference.. MyWeathertop is a Hill in my minds, where I sat and look at the things around me. As I defined MyWeathertop as a Hill, I am trying and learn to see from a distances, Then I’d try to reflects the view to a written sentences.
Having born as an Indonesian, my native language is bahasa Indonesia, however I’d try to write in English for many reasons..
I am male, married with one kid, living in Jakarta – Indonesia, working as an engineer for process control automation company.
Call me Suryo.