The isolated utopia

Try to imagine what I'm describing. I knowww I'm not the best writer but its a quick read and you never know.... you MIGHT enjoy it. Ignore spelling+grammer I TRIED. any who ill leave you to it :)

The towers of stone stood tall and proud; flaunting their newly washed garments, they had recently  acquired in the first winter months. The snow's white strokes of paint in the previous years had already been so glorious so this year extreme measures were truly needed. 

The grand clouds played a wonderful part in the picturesque environment: its whole mass blanketed in glory, its powdered body as heavenly as always. All together the scenery was powerful yet with one overlooked aspect of the surroundings missing it was clear the impact it made wouldn't be even half as breath-taking. The sun was now at its peak, each silhouette of a tree standing out like fresh ink on paper.

The old man stood at the edge of the overhanging cliff his bones weak but determined . Its great durability - astonishing. Breathe in.. Breathe out.. His lungs expanded then slowly shrunk attempting to gather every last touch of the scenery. Yet he was not fully pleased. The once colourful mountain side had lost all its beauty. He stepped towards the edge where him and his wife had once sat, every year on their anniversary. He now sat there alone, no celebration, no cake, no soft embrace, nobody.. The dream-like skies, the glassy waters, the array of cool colours  simply wasn't enough. 

The sky had begun leaking droplets of water, the trees bare and colourless. The once blinding sun had given into the clouds evil whispers and hid behind its great curtains. Breathing had suddenly become harder, the altitude impossible to bare. His ribcage slowly collapsing and crushing felt like hell. The mist had sunk causing his vision to become limited. The trees loomed over the man. Not an animal in sight. He clenched his chest in utter agony, his lifeless expression slicing lines over his forehead. Not an animal in sight.. nobody to call for. The once beautiful scenery now desperately isolated. What had become of this place? The rocks had appeared sturdy before but it was now obvious how precariously they balanced. His left foot fell backwards. One wrong move he may die. One wrong step he may fall. 

His sight swerved around his head in circular motion. His body swayed back and forth, back and forth. This feeling was nostalgic yet ever so new. A past life maybe? Icy boulders accumulated at the bottom of the steep. The heavens waited patiently. Jack frosts touch had now spread down to his bones, his beard iced the same colour as the snow beneath his feet. Sight was hazy, his solemn surroundings felt so blissful and warm. "How undignified to settle in a place like this? My body mustn't rest here." He tried to push himself further but could no longer stand.

You know, they say when you die your life flashes before your eyes..