The air is frigid and the air that fills my lungs is pure.
Oh how I long to be where there is no sound of rushing cars – no sirens, no alarms.
I long for the tranquility of the ocean.
Its mysterious dark blue depths call to me, offering me a safe haven.
I long for the mountains majestic rising like offerings to the heavens.
The vastness of the sky stretches on eternally and I feel small and insignificant in comparison.
Oh how I long to be where there is no sound of rushing cars – no sirens, no alarms.
I long for the tranquility of the ocean.
Its mysterious dark blue depths call to me, offering me a safe haven.
I long for the mountains majestic rising like offerings to the heavens.
The vastness of the sky stretches on eternally and I feel small and insignificant in comparison.
The wind greedily blows, lapping at my face and hair, hungrily, and then all is still.
I hear and see ice caving off the cliffs of the glacier up ahead, thunderous.
It's as though I was born for this moment.
I hear and see ice caving off the cliffs of the glacier up ahead, thunderous.
It's as though I was born for this moment.
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