Chills run up my leg,
As if I stepped into a steaming shower,
After a long day in the frigid air.
I feel the crisp, whirling air tickle the back of my neck;
See the gigantic towers of the sea looming,
Smooth as a rock warn down by ages of decay;
Hear serenity in each breath she breathes,
In and out pushing the grains against my feet.
Time has slowed to a crawl,
I concentrate on the stark beauty of the landscape behind me;
Picture life before the living;
Imagine being part of the unknown.
"How can you stay there?" someone asks,
And I snap back to reality.
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