There's just something to be said for quelling that overreaching, over-achieving, ingrained, yet rarely focused, habit of next-stepping/forward-moving/upward-climbing mentality.
This pause is the breath at the top of the mountain, climb behind us, view in front, hunger and thirst not yet an issue, no need to turn to descent yet. There's plenty of sun still in the day, plenty of breath to be caught, and plenty of isolation in which to rest. There are wind currents, raptors on updrafts, clouds scuttling behind.
There is so much movement.
Can we not, just for now, be still?