I begin my journey…
Peaks of azure are portrayed before me
A brisk wind caresses the skin upon my face
Locks of moonlight flowing from my scalp.

I venture forth as the wind picks up…
My body stumbles on the snow-covered surface
The powder presses cold against my bare arms and face
Frigid, yet soft to the touch.

I rise and regain composure…
But for now my journey must come to a pause
The light flickers off and my book shuts its literary doors
And I succumb to the grasp of fatigue, words still ringing in my ears.