Trekking along the icy mountains, he gasps for air, the cold draft slips in through the neck opening up his jacket. Wind clings to his skin as he views his brisk surroundings, clenching his teeth, fists and tensing his body. He should have been more prepared for these temperatures, but for this view...he regretted nothing. Nothing could compare to this snowy white landscape, nothing could ensnare his heart to this moment of bliss, it was worth all the risk. He stood and basked in the ice as snow particles gently kissed his face.