Here I am, lying under the fan
Spreading my arms and legs out wide
Trying to dry up beads of sweat
Incredible heat creeping up to my side.
My eyelids droop to a low
Letting in images of past ventures
Tucked away deep in a mountain’s heart
Amidst frozen trees and eternal winters.
I shudder as cold pierces my skin
Surrounded by damp tent canvas
Huddling inside my warm sleeping bag
And four layers of fur stuffed mush.
Hands, toes, cheeks, all covered
Skin quivering to the last uncovered inch
Laying like a shelled up tortoise
Hesitant to bare its limbs a hint.
Suddenly my furry layers are gone
I draw my hands and legs together
Bare skin, nothing to block the cold
Stripped of trekking gear, in the hot weather.