~.~

The air is cold and crisp up here. The sun is rising beneath my feet this morning; I gaze down at it instead of up.

Twirling slowly, I take in the panorama of jagged peaks that are part snow and part pine. Slush crunches beneath my heavy boots; I readjust my balaclava that is proving ineffective against the chilly wind invading my nostrils.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

When I open them, my alarm is blaring, telling me it's a Monday. AC's cold blast makes me shiver as I drag myself out of bed and sigh.

~.~