A snow tipped mountain,

Far away,

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.