Jan 062014
Walked out into the bitter cold snowflakes swirling around
I breathe in, and the clean mountain air hits me
I breathe deep, over and over. It feels good to breathe and does not matter
about the cold. It feels like a kind of awakening
Walked out into the bitter cold snowflakes swirling around
I breathe in, and the clean mountain air hits me
I breathe deep, over and over. It feels good to breathe and does not matter
about the cold. It feels like a kind of awakening