Isabel Fox // MOUNTAIN

An empty trail

sounds of carving and scraping echo

the wind stinging my nose, leaving it numb.

Fresh powder beneath my feet,

snow clouding my vision.

The trees stand empty and tall on both sides of me,

swaying in the frigid wind,

creaking.

It’s peaceful, calm, and beautiful…

I’m in the air

Everything stops, except me

the wind howling by my ears

soaring up in the air…

 

Then the exhilaration is over

 

sounds of carving and scraping return

and I find myself in a pattern of nature’s beauty

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