Only powder feet on the mountain today. Alone, sole survivor of comfort. Somewhere out there you fight furiously lonesome, too. My heart is with you. Thinking of you as I wring the words out my stale soul. But here again, standing toe to toe with the heights, overlooking all journeys possible at once. Top of the run, tip of my heart, freshly beat for you. This is for you. Yes you. You dreamer, still believer. Crying, trying, still showing up to fight for your own. Your stillness, your peace, your completeness. Here for your fall, and the rise. You mother, you father, you brother & sister, you daughter, you son (in-law), you colleague, you dear friend. You will rise. From the mountain. For a moment, I see all the journeys. I see you. Rise.