some of my best days,
are storms days
those days when being outside in the cold,
somewhere on a mountain side
i feel the most,
of what it is that i would call life
i feel the most of myself,
and the most of what the world has to give to me
the snow flakes,
the wind in my face
the motion of my skis across the snow,
and that silent voice from the mountain that speaks to my heart
some of my best days,
are snow storms
when the world inside my mind,
needs to be let free
to scream like the wind around me,
and fall like the peaceful snow
to be outside on the side of a mountain,
in the turbulence of a storm...
are some of my best days
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