Cold mountain

Mountains are designed to be cold. They make me feel dwarfed and inconsequential. Then, I pity their immobility. I’m blessed with flexibility to move, change my position, escape from things I don’t like. 

Yet, mountains intimidate. They drop a rock here and there to demonstrate power. The uncertainty dwarfs my mindset again. 

I’d like to talk to the mountains, once they shed their icy exteriors and look warm and inviting, or burning with rage.

who knows what
lies beneath the ice
worlds await

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