the world was painted cold in blue and white
the angles sharp and reaching to the sky
and lungs were filled with air to claw and bite
as footsteps crunched and glances skittered sly

she brought the camera and snapped the pic
he traveled up ahead to show the way
and everything and all that was askance
had frozen and interred within the day

they reached their zenith and their nadir there
a rarefied event, just like the air