<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582310" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weather-esque</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wind gusted and<br>Snow fell.<br>Flakes blew about this way and that, <br>Creating a semi-transparent veil of<br>Frozen precipitation.<br>Legs trudged through hip-high drifts<br>While hardened snow crunched underfoot.<br>Mitten-covered hands clench a hardwood staff<br>That digs through the layers of snow and<br>Impales the half-frozen ice underneath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind blows north to south, <br>Straight into my face.<br>Two t-shirts, three long sleeves, <br>A sweater, a jacket, a hooded sweatshirt, <br>A big puffy coat lined with fur, <br>A hat and earmuffs, <br>Two layers of mittens and four layers of socks<br>With fur-lined, water-proof boots, <br>Along with two scarves, <br>And still the wind feels like <br>Knives are stabbing into my bare skin, <br>As if my very soul were bared to the tempest.<br>It howls down from the north into the valley, <br>Roaring past my ears, <br>Moving so hard and so fast it’s as if<br>It’s fleeing from some terrible beast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snow flashes brilliantly in the<br>Dim sunlight, <br>Blinding me no matter where I look, <br>Even when my face is down to protect it from the wind.<br>Layer upon layer gather atop the already<br>Icy ground—wet snow and fluffy snow, <br>Icy snow and more wet snow and some more<br>Fluffy snow again.<br>Trying to walk through it is like<br>Trekking through some viscous liquid, <br>Caramel, perhaps, <br>Especially going uphill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mountains hem in the valley<br>Like monstrous stone colossi<br>Gazing over some long-forgotten land.<br>Their peaks are lost within the white<br>Storm. What can be seen of the mountains<br>Are just flinty bases encased in layers of snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I finally reach the crest of the hill.<br>Below me is spread a vast expanse of white.<br>No details can be made out except for the<br>Never-ending range of mountains and snow.<br>Well, here it goes, I think and <br>Begin to make my descent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alex+Garr">Alex Garr</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582310" data-title="Weather-esque de Alex Garr" data-description="Wind gusted and Snow fell. Flakes blew about this way and that, Creating a semi-transparent veil of Frozen precipitation. Legs trudged through hip-high drifts While hardened snow crunched underfoot. Mitten-covered hands clench a hardwood staff Th..."></div> </div> </div>

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