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I stood at the window, watching the red tail lights disappear. The sounds of tire riding pavement fainted as the light dimmed. It would be a lifetime till he would come back and visit, and thinking about it only made the wait seem longer. He was a mentor, a role model, and above all else, a companion.  It felt like we were just starting to be close the last couple of days before he left.  I wonder if he had me in such high esteem. When he returns I hope things will be the same between us. But time changes people. Something tells me that things won’t ever be like they were. 

The young teen was gazing solemnly out into the football field on the brisk winter day. The air

was frigid, and he kept his hands closely wrapped around  his football.   It was a week after their

championship game, the peak of the entire season. He thought back to earlier in the fall, and every

game that had led up to that day. The amazing victories, the shameful defeats, and hard workouts had

all come together into that one night under the lights. Football meant everything to the teen, and this

final overtime defeat had devastated him. “It was so incredibly close!” he said aloud as he berated

himself. He remembered how he could have just run a bit harder and a bit longer for the win. “This is

not going to happen next year” he thought determinedly to himself. Ideas were already spreading

around his head onto how this would happen. Practicing every day and going the extra mile would

perhaps earn him the victory he so wanted to attain. He stood up and walked away from the painful

memory from the night last week, and from it learned what it would take to change it next time.

      My labored breath is the only thing I can hear as I trudge along the steep path, out of the tree-

line. The violent snows cut down my visibility, and I can only barely see the heels of my companion’s

crampons. The bitter cold numbs my face, freezing the moisture around my mouth and nose.  I think

back to the morning when I was warm in my sleeping bag, soundly asleep and peaceful. I break out of

my daydream as I carelessly slip on a patch of ice, which jogs me back to the present.

      Suddenly a huge gust of wind screams in from above the mountain. This stops us dead in our

tracks. We take a moments rest, wondering at what had happened. I stop dead when I hear a terrible

roar from above the mountainside, and deep rumblings that vibrate up through my boots and

into my body. I can only yell out one word “avalanche!” before its noise is buried by the falling of snow. I

quickly run backwards back to the group of trees for protection. As soon as I get to the tree-line a white

screen of powder envelopes me. The rumbling blocks out all sound as I suddenly feel extremely

claustrophobic, and start to hyperventilate in fear.

      After what seemed like hours I stood up from to survey my surroundings as I realize I am not

buried by the crushing snow. I venture forward on the trail, hoping to find my hiking partners ahead of

me. I instead come upon a mound of snow six feet high which has covered what was the remainder of Read more »