standing in the mountains shadows i feel the weight of an ancient world the chill and the heaviness letting me feel the strength of a world that i am but a second in time too i step from the shadows and cold into the brightness and warmth of the valley crushing the last of last winters growth the scent of pine fills the air i look across the meadow for a moment caught between two worlds i slowly walk back to the trail down silently thanking the gods of earth for allowing me a moment with them
