Alive on Higher Ground

Chair six hums above the trees. A cold wind bites then sets me free.

Jess beside me, no words we need. Just silent smiles in the snow's

soft speed. Our way outstretches where the wild runs slow. We drift together

through the back bowls. Up here, the noise can't find me.

This is higher ground, where peace and motion blend in sound.

The air cuts deep, the past drifts white. I feel the

pull of the mountain side. No deadlines here, no wait, no sound.

Just breathing free on higher ground. Summers turn to the forest green. Kids run wild