Soaked and cold
Through and through.
Dirt’s turned to mud,
The rocks are slick.
No more sun,
But lots of fog,
Clouds, and a wind
That stings the skin.
Too cold to stop,
Too tired to walk.
And raingear gets you
Wet from sweat.
Inside your boots,
Feet are sloshing.
While in your mouth,
Teeth are rattling.
Saturated, frigid,
Miserable, and brutal.
Words of pain,
Share the air.
Bone-chilling
Comes to mind.
But you slog on anyway
Toward the darkening sky.
Because you know,
That just beyond
The ridge ahead,
Awaits a cabin
And warm bed.
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