Himalayan flair

I see my smokey breathe, etch
snowy clouds, out of thin cold air
while the temperature drops, a notch
and yet there they stand tall,
proud & fair
I feel my heart, leap in joy
bounding up the Himalayan flair!

Up the winding, crooked road,
climbing onto the pine-covered lair
Here I find it piled, the very snow I sought,
stone cold,hardened with the passage of time
Yet failing to withstand the warmth
of my traveller heart!

Leaving behind,
a prickling sensation on contact,
a simple reminder
"Yes! you're growing a little old
And a little cold, too
Hear that heart beat.
Feel that warm breathe.
Right now you are alive!
Beautiful! Believe!"