the soft snow bed that lays on top ofΒ Β the mountains melting down into the frozen lake with soft slippery rocks that feels good to drown your feet in and feel the cold water dig under your finger nails your hear beat,slowing down you feel the clouds move and you feel your skin streching and for the first time the trees became your best friend the wind becoming music to your brain
you slowly open your eyes and slowly part your dried lips
you whisper in a sleepy voice "i never felt so alive"