vast expanses of air
royal sturdy mountains,
(which are a little temperamental sometimes,
slipping and rumbling and such).
decorated with cedar and pine,
the slopes appear from afar
like the head of a hedgehog.
shades of green and brown
playing peek-a-boo with sunlight and clouds
greet me morning, noon and evening.
thousands of my brethren swell around me
and i can barely feel my own hand,
as we all head towards the same place,
looking for the same thing,
some in anger, some in humour, some just because.
i am pushed forward on one foot,
as i inhale the sweet, cold, hill air,
i stop myself from thinking or feeling.
i experience this world