The pure white snow tumbles softly onto my tent.I glare at all the black waves of solid rocks.My nose numb and my tum is empty.Although I am confident and prepared, the elements of life may beat me.
I’m off my bum strolling around in the crispy crunchy snow beneath my feet.The rocks which are like thick black pieces of coal, are scattered everywhere.At some points where the wind stops whistling I find it relaxing,stressless and intimidating.
As the unstable terrain sits quietly and still, I’m covering mother natures beautiful designs on foot.My legs drag me slowly up the frost bite hill.I slip!I tumble roughly down into a cave with a gentle breeze of calmness.
Although i no clue of what happened I’m pretty sure I’ll die of hyperthermia.At least I will die doing what i love.
By Blake