At the Foot of the Mountain

A quiet snowy scene outside.
The mountains welcome me as I exit the car. I put on my jacket.
The old man’s words are still stuck in my head.

Stepping outside into the forest, I look up at the massive mountain before me. I think this must be the path where the temple is. The trees are snow covered, and snow gently begins to fall. I notice:

How beautiful the trees look

How beautiful the sky looks