Standing in a small meadow on top of a hill you can see the tall wind swept peaks of the mountains. The white snow is gently sparkling as the sun glints off of it. Above them there is nothing but the deep unbroken blue of the sky. The grey peaks descend into a forest of evergreen trees. The unbroken armor they form is a never ending wave of a deep green. They come to the base of the meadow where you now stand. You can see the trunk�s of the nearer tree�s, and the blackness fades back into them. The forest floor is dotted with light in certain spots where the tree�s branches leave breaks into the heavens.

The air here is crisp and clear, there�s a slight edge to it as you breathe it in. A strangely fresh scent lingers in the air that you breathe, a mix of something like pine needles and freshly upturned earth. At your feet the light green grass gently sway�s as a breeze suddenly exhales a gust of something that threatens to turn into a wind. Small bushes dot the meadow and to your right there is a small pond. It�s crystal clear waters refract the image of the mountains and the tree�s perfectly. Not a ripple disturbs the water, despite the gentle breeze. You can feel the breeze gently rub against your skin as it continues on it�s wild dash to an unknown place. The barely noticeable warmth of the sun seems to hang at the edge of your skin, where you can feel it for only a second before it pulls back into nothing. There is dead silence all around you, even though you can see wisps of snow blowing off the mountains in the distance. The sound of the breeze is just a whisper that you can barely hear as it passes through the grass. Gently you lay down in the grass and turn your head upward to stare at nothing at all. All you can see is the consuming blue of a cloudless sky overhead. The warmth of the sun still tickles at the edge of your skin, and the breeze still passes you by. After a while you try to stop focusing on something that isn�t there in the sky. You just lay still and stare, and listen to the gentle sound of the breeze swaying the grass. After a second you close your eyes. Now all you see is black. The breeze still blows and the grass still sway�s, but you can only hear and feel this to confirm that it�s true. You hang precariously at the edge of consciousness for a few seconds, before silently slipping into nothing... silently slipping into sleep....

Mike a.ka. WhiteNite