Slow and Steady
The Snow Falling through The Air Low Clouds hanging near
Warmer here Than when the wind howls Across a stark Blue Sky
Calm out here On The Trail Revealed Only by the Footprints Running ahead of me Fading Eventually By the new Falling Snow Easy to lose your way When a white blanket Softens every inch Of The Foothills
Acuity Clear As the miles Cure Anxieties Of a week hard trodden No truer sense of Purpose Than keeping one foot Steady in front of The Other.