I smell the chilling air as it blows through my head, blowing the stresses away.

Contemplating the heart-aching view, I sit and weep quietly to myself inside, knowing this is the landscape of my soul, where really it all began.

Uncertain as to when it all changed, I begin to comprehend that my soul remains, it just needs a little excavation to express itself again.

I stand. With resolve. And walk forward.