Looking up to the sky, the snow flakes tickle my nose as they drift on their way to the cottony, white covered floor. I inch out my tongue to get a taste of the drifting flakes, but it graces the warm surface and disappear.
In front of me the clouds, stars, moon and beyond. A companion hung by side, a backpack filled with hope, memories and need.
I look down, squinting through my fingers. Me on the top of a mountain, a small spec on a pile of opportunity. I have never left the graces of the ground. One minute I was down there, now here, what in the world.
The world hmm… maybe my lonely question found an answer.
Size ten shoe prints in my rear view and the sun, moon were over top. The sun glistened off the freshly layered powder and shined over with a layer of love to keep it warm in the frigid cold.
A breeze softly sifted through my hair, as it went by I tried to grab on to it, but it swirled between my fingers en route to the next mountain top. I breathe to see the smoke exhale out of my mouth, trying to grab it for warmth before it disappears in the starry galaxy.
Only one option left remained in my cluttered head. It was time to say goodbye to the world and follow the moon on way to my next stop.
Should I close my eyes on the way down, maybe so. Maybe I will fall to the bottom, get up, and dust myself off.
Ready, set, go! I held my breath, leaped and I was gone.
My past flashed in front of my eyes as I sank to the earths core.
I began to think of my future. The dreams and hopes held ever so closely to me.
Now inches from the ground I began to rise. Not a fear in the world. The sun with help from the moon, reached out to me and I grasped their hand as they lifted me toward them.
Ring, ring the alarm sounded and I promised not to open my eyes, but this time I had to.