skippin' stones from a cracklin' fire.

Glacier fed rivers spring the heart into action as the lungs try to keep up, feeble feet searching for solid stones to stabilise on while my arms fan out ferrying me across the torrent to a wilder side of this world.
  Looking back through the spitting flames of my fire, skipping stones on my sunken steps, alone again under the shadow of a mountain happy for the solitude and peace of it all.