ICY COLD

Ice Fire

Cold.

Icy cold.

Toes are numb.

Fingers are tingling.

I can see my breath.

I can hear the wind blowing.

Whipping past my face.

I’m getting tired.

But I must continue on.

To the top of the hill.

The view is waiting for me.

I can’t disappoint it

or myself.

Only a few more steps.

And…

It has taken my breath away.

The colors.

The sharp edges.

Prettier than a picture.

Perfect in its beauty.