The Snowy Jagged Mountain

I look out across the frosty, jagged mountain and I see the slippery, crystallized snow which looks like fresh cream that’s just been whipped. The sapphire, blue sky shimmers in the distance. I hear the whistling wild wind blowing across my crisp raw face. As I take a few steps forward I hear my feet hit the frozen, crumbly, crunchy snow. I taste the falling snowflakes. I am feeling exhausted and tired. I smell the fresh, blasting, chilly air. I wonder how long it will be until I reach the summit of this isolated arctic mountain.