Snowy mountain range silences bustle save for wind blows; a drusy sight for any curious eyes high enough rose. A hare or a fox may by rare occasion be seen about; cover cannot, by oblivescence, leave life’s presence in doubt. Hiker’s log of cheese satisfies hunger for an ascent’s rest; though, gelid world of white peaks would cheeselogs from the scene divest. While a view from above inspires the soul as a humbling sight, the view from below impels by dreams not yet met and what might. ; )