As the cool, clean breeze of mountain air rushes past my body,
I see the small neighborhood of Eagle River,
I see many colors blending in with each other.
The green, yellow, brown, at a far distance the colors start to darken
into blue, red, and violet.
I hear a flock of tiny birds as they sing sweet songs that sound like a melody.
I sit on a patch of moss that is soft, but rough feeling, it's also warm.
The sun starts to peek out of the clouds and warm the cold ground.
A few pikas here and there, the sounds of their cry echos.
I can taste a hint of that mountain air, but I can't describe the taste.
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