At the peck of the snow capped mountain, I sense a warm feeling coming up the mountain. Could it be, could it really be, the mountain is getting ready to explode? Could it be, a heart felt moment of time ending? Could it be, when all earthly movement stops, and a heart feeled love enters the mountain, with hair so white it resembles fresh fallen snow? Mind, body, heart, all rolled into one, with snow capped mountain in the distance. I love being warm standing near the fire as flames dance and the mountain grows till water flows.