on the mountains of colorado
when they are covered
entirely covered with white
there are moments
when you pause
and drink in the surroundings
and taste the crisp air
and swallow it after crunching
and everything looks brilliant
the hills are dusty and vibrant
and fade into sky at a point unbeknown
and trees of dark green with white tips
are scattered
or not scattered
in rows amongst the hills
and you feel a sort of connection
with everyone else passing by
as if
all together
we have stumbled upon something secluded
some uncharted land
that lifts our chilled spirits
as we slide through
