Jagged rock, swirling snow.
Flurried skies cover the fleeting sun.
Glacier, moraine, mountains.
I rest for a moment on the side of the trail,
hot in wool and down.
I leave the skis on and flop side saddle into the drift.
Stalks of grass with wheatseedtop
at eye level wave in the arctic wind
and somehow perfectly personify the point...
thought free.
Only gratitude, love, contentment, peace.
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