Reblogged with kind permission of A Wild Man fortyonethirty
The twilight of sky, moon, and snow
Whirling spindrifts of snow glisten with specks of light
Breath the cold air, let it fill your lungs
Protect your body from the elements, free your mind.
This is real, genuine, true.
Heart pounds, pounds, pounds
Push the blood, push the mind
The deeper I go into the mountains,
The deeper I go into myself
Notchs on a mental benchmark
A notch for every layer I shed
Trying to pure myself, find myself.
Looking for the spot where sky meets land.
Higher I climb, higher I climb.
Tales of Unwise Paths 