More Bakwaas.

You wish you could be racing amidst snow-clad mountains in winter. 

A warm coat wrapped around you.

Flakes of winter's gift brushing your cheeks every second. 

The Cold a Cloak that Covers you whole. 

I wish I could be like the mountain, 

perfect in its stillness,

Evocative in its silence

Firm footed and unmoving. 

Rising up to Touch the Horizon. 

A source of profound meaning for those who seek it.