harney peak glistens

The lake glistens.
We head into the woods. Our goal: to be back at the car before sunset. The path is still damp fom the freshly melted snow. We walk. Talking, laughing, teasing, giggling, tickling.

The snow glistens.
We slip and slide up the slope. There is the outlook... finally a place to sit and rest. Dry ground. We break open the water jug. Drinking, laughing, splashing each other, passing it around. Cool breezes, smiling.

Our faces glisten.
Across the valley stands our destination. We climb for a better look. A snowball whizzes past. Narrow misses, sure hits. Scrambling in and out of sight. Laughing, freezing, ducking. A wink.

Our bodies glisten.
Bits of snow still cling to our hair and clothes. Fingers red from navigating the ice and granite ledges and rock faces. A glance to the peak we won't reach today. Hugging, laughing, running. A sigh.

The lake glistens.
The trees part and we see children running about, parents relaxing in the growing shade. Cars neatly parked side by side. A race to the car; winner gets shotgun. Giggling, holding, shrieks of laughter. A touch. A look.

KN. 2 Apr 2000