Snowy Mountains

The river flows with flakes of ice 

Collecting the water with my bottle 

Stepping deep in the snow 

My feet sink.

I get back with the water 

The fires roaring bright orange 

The sun setting behind the fire 

As the colours blend I begin to dose off.

Coming out of the colours flying down the snow

He hits a jump on the snowboard 

Lands and coming roaring into camp

Between the trees he stops.

As we walk away from the site 

The memories will always be there 

The sun rises behind us 

Lighting up the hills and the snow.