Snowflakes and Flowers
Picture this. You are standing at the edge of a snow glazed mountain . Feet are covered in three layers of wool socks. Still . The cold bites at your ankles. Looking down, you gaze out into the white blanket that overlaps the land. No trees. No movement . Just you and the nimble flurry of cold winds. Snowflakes tickle at your frost bitten nose, as they come flowing down... Before renouncing your will power. You take a few more agonizing steps towards the edge. Each breath right now is short and willowy. Soon , you will be in a state of severe hypoxia. Squinting with both of your frozen eyelids, there is a flash of light in the distance. Finally. You feel a warmth grow inside. One step. Two steps. Three steps... You make your way downwards. Hours go by...body is only a few moments away from collapse. Down on the floor of the blizzard, the light beams you in the eye again. Just a few more steps.. . You meet your hand on top of that magical glow .