A sky-scraping butte towered above me,
The trail dissipating into the green foliage.
We tightened our hoods, framing our faces,
Struggling against the crisp gale biting our cheeks.
Little feet chased shifting leaves,
Shuffling and stumbling as they went.
Dappled drops of sunlight littering the matted soil,
Twinkling on the tips of our shoes.
Pausing only to catch our fleeting breath,
We gazed upon the never ending landscape below.
Geometric farmlands and distant, blue peaks,
Encouraged us onward, to meet the path's end.
Burning lungs, blistering feet and
Flooding eyes were rewarded with
Triumphant grins and elegant views
Of pristine glaciers blending with cerulean skies.
