@sifat125
Before the mountain wakes
the sun arrives quietly
spilling gold across untouched snow
stretching shadows longer than yesterday’s thoughts
Skis rest where movement paused
poles stand like sentinels
and for a moment there is no rush downhill
no noise only breath and light
This is the pause I come here for.
That thin line between night and motion
where the cold feels honest
and the world reminds you
how small and how alive
you really are.
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