When the mountain laughs,
maybe it's time to trek down a bit,
blisters and aches.
It's easier going where you've already been.
The snow's no more shallow,
no less in your face;
the sun's glare, no less blinding.
But the holes you trampled
on your first go up
remain to guide you.
So get yourself to a lower altitude,
where you can breathe a little easier.
But don't sit down.
Don't loosen your boots.
Don't turn your back
even for a second.
Wait for the mountain to nod off again
and get back at it.
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