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I walked the snow trail up the mountain, stopping at viewpoints to view the points of the distant mountains where blue ice built up from centuries ago, and admiring the way their peaks hid like little children behind a thin mist-- massive yet bashful in their boundless encroachment of the heavens.
I felt my shoes melt the snow and slip from lack of friction.
I rolled a handful of snow, shaved off the excess for a firm sphere, and I tossed it down from a rock that jetted straight down from where I stood on top, and hollered, "Look out below!"
The city certainly moved quick, but the stream that ran down the mountain today stole me from my feet.
I felt my shoes melt the snow and slip from lack of friction.
I rolled a handful of snow, shaved off the excess for a firm sphere, and I tossed it down from a rock that jetted straight down from where I stood on top, and hollered, "Look out below!"
The city certainly moved quick, but the stream that ran down the mountain today stole me from my feet.