Silver dollar leaves litter the trail, obscuring rocks and roots.
I tread with confidence – slowly, deliberately.
Pause my forward progression to stop, admire, take it in.
Pine trees surrounded by yellowing aspens – leaves fluttering in the breeze.
Breath comes in ragged bits, cold air sharply activating the roots of my teeth.
The path opens into grassy ski runs.
My mind fills the space with fresh white snow.
Ski lifts overhead, still, resting for the summer.
Hard-packed earth, cyclists race by, one passes me and then I pass him.
Peaceful victory is mine.