A snow tipped mountain,
Sees the adventurer,
A small spec, indistinguishable from this distance,
But still clearly seen by a mind filled with imagination.
Taken away from it all,
The shadows cast from a rising sun,
Emphasize the painting brush which is the wind,
Forcing snowflakes to stay or leave,
According to a breath from above.
All this through my window, and my neighbor’s roof.