I love my winter sunrises,
And hiking with beanies and scarves.
I love the mountains at dawn,
Under weeks of crystal clear skies.
I love the sight of cool breath,
Before sunlight breaks on the peak.
Headlamps turned on,
With mountainous vistas in mind.
I love the fact,
That our Sol above,
Dare exceed sixty degrees.
To mould the shape,
Of the landscape I'm in,
For the glory of my very own eyes.