A Long Winter
Lyra trekked up the Pearl Peak Mountain side as the wind stirred her long, wavy brown locks out of her face. The snow began to fall a touch faster keeping Lyra alert and engrossed on her destination. She was freezing, though elated for what was in store for her life at the top of the peak. Questions and visualizations swarmed in and out of her synapses as she continued her journey upward. The mountain trail veered left. showing several unique mountain peaks ahead to the right of the trail revealing caves with vintage fire pits aglow. Swirls of red-orange, auburn and dandelion hues danced on the unrefined grooves of the cave’s vast interior.
