Winter writing

I can see the ice on the mountain slowly starting to melt. I can hear my legs struggling as I walk to the distance. I can feel the breeze clashing against my skin. I taste the ice on my tongue as it slowly turns into ice. I smell the dirt hiding in the bushes. I can also hear the birds chirping crazy. I see the water starting to clear out of the path. I can feel goosebumps running up to my face.

The tired I got the more I wanted to stop and lay on the floor. My lips slowly turned blue. I couldn't help but to slow down and warm up my lips. I started  to get warm enough that I decided to continue the hike. As I panted and  walked  I could smell something great. It was like a pot of cookies. what could it be? Looking left to right I found the smell. It was a bunch of flowers in the bushes. Ending my trip with a cup of hot cocoa by the fire and a nice big sleep.