Up On the Hilltop

Strangely deafened: cooing sound of the wind filling my ears. Clouds encompass me, cool mists bringing back life. The snow white mist kisses me, burning cold on the cheek, and great clouds that hug me, drenching me, water droplets clinging to my skin and clothes. The hike had thrown all my life, down, to the bottom of the hilltop. And now, the cool breezes took it from there, and returned it to me, again, as usual. The cushion of grass and moss, underneath my feet, Wet and damp, eternally. Little springs, refreshing though freezing, flow about, all around me. And little birds: along with their nonstop chatter, drinks the lost part of their liveliness out of it, and so do I.