75. Yodel

She was sitting on top of the world with the wind in her hair. The darkness of the clouds warned of bad weather, rain, lightning and maybe some hail. But it didn't concern her. No, Emily loved the outdoors, and more to the point, she loved Mount Snowdon. The snowcapped mountain of modest heights comforted her when nobody else would.

A single rock marked her centre of gravity, and it lured her there on numerous occasions. Stretching her arms out wide, and taking a deep breath, Emily let out a strange, yet liberating sound. Something like a yodel.