a Sunday trek

flurries fell upon my face
as we traced the edge of the hill
climbing kinetic energy raised my pulse
welcoming the cold air
as it passed straight down my throat
my respiratory system felt like a frozen wind tunnel
flakes falling at a consistent rate
they continued to mesmerize me
my gaze fixed on the beauty of the forest floor
a moment of silence subdues us
and I reflect on the connection
developed in harsh climates