Imagine

I feel the cold breeze above the frosty mountains brushing through my hair. The wind so cold it almost gives me frost bite, but I tuck into my warm cozy sleeping bag.

I see icicles surround my tent like an army protecting me as I las and watch the world as it passes me by.  I hear the birds go tweet as they fly high above me they fly in a flock and they sing a lovely song that wakens me every morning.  I smell my breakfast warm yummy pumpkin soup mmmm my fav.