Bounty of life

We never know when the cold winds will blow. I wandered and danced under these peaks as the sun became the moon. I did not consider that the snow falling on the Thorong La Pass was wiping people from Earth. I ran in the rain to escape the shivering. Where wind and snow did not kill, it was water and falling rocks. These forces crashed in my wake. We walked out surrounded by the laughter of children and embraced by the warmth of a tropical sun. It was beauty all over again. It was the beauty I knew so well.