Down the Mountain
As I go down the mountain.
A cool breeze streams across my face.
My face is chilled, my heart is pounding on my chest.
My nose is frozen, Snow is in my boots.
It feels as if icicles are growing on me.
My body is numb.
Yet, I shake all of this off.
I take in the evergreen aroma of a nearby pine tree.
I race down this mountain, snow is skidding everywhere in a white arc.
I reach the bottom, and feel victorious.
I stare at the mountain that I had just conquered.
So next time, I can share my stories of the time that I had gone down that mountain.