Glacier lakes over 11,000 feet.
Cold and inviting,
every single pore
open and ready to receive
the burn.
Distant sounds:
The constant swoop and curve of the water over rocks.
Sweet treble.
Rocks sharply sliding downwards heavy with age, sun, and the slow movement of the earth.
Muted bass.
The wind snaking through your clothes. Your hair following the notes.
