A peaceful morning in Montana. 

Where the sky is as blue as a sapphire 

and the golden sun is warming our skin with its soft touch.

It shines down, welcoming me with its warmth. 

It smells like a cool ocean breeze 

where it swirls and twirls my hair. 

I can almost taste the run off water 

seeping from the snow left on the white caps.

The mountains sound like a twinkle of a shooting star in the night sky, 

so far from the city- no one else can hear them. 

The sight takes my breath away, overwhelmed by the beauty in front of me.

I start the climb. 

My nerves grow deeper inside as the long trek awaits, 

my breath gets shorter as the altitude mocks me.

The birds soar over me as I start my ascension. 

Sweat drops to the ground the higher I climb. 

Water sounds like a savior,

there to quench my thirst.

Exhaustion creeps in, 

my mind tells me I can’t. 

Doubt settles in, but I know I can proceed.