The skies are crying specks of white. The mountain scream to the skies. Looking the sun straight in the eyes. The smell of christmas blows through the air. White snow moves like a paint brush on paper moving side to side. A man seeking warmth at the top of the summit. Breath of relief shy at the top. When you tiptoe through snow you might find relaxation. The bottom of the mountain the end of the day. A warm cup of coffee and a nice warm bath.
Tiptoe to the Peak
April 30, 2013