Dancing;
weaving in and out of the trees
we race
catching up
to only fall back into pace.
Insatiable is our thirst
for freedom and clean air
thundering footsteps
pounding against the snow laden trail.
Where we are going,
one could only guess.
Where ever our feet give out
and our lungs collapse.
Breathing;
deep gulps of cold air burning down our throats
slowly our blood is full with oxygen once more
and the feeling in our legs comes back
throbbing, tingling,
painfully no longer numb.
Thrown against the snow
we lie
the cold seeping into our very cores
bone chilling and now wet
shivering we move closer.
Sigh;
Even with the cold, the ache and the tremors now racking us both
we are content.

For we are together.