Test of Mettle

I love a deserted beach
On a hot day
With a cool onshore breeze
The surf a subtle metronome
Counting out my breaths
A calming solitude
Existence
Languid, placid serenity

I love also this frozen range
Its crystalline air
With a cutting wind
Driving the storm my way
Stealing my breath
A vulnerable solitude
Presence
Aware, active vigilance