Bottom, Anything, Mood

Attitude is everything.

Trekking in the Alps had turned into a slow death at the bottom of a crevasse. Nestled in my ice prison, movement was impossible. Thankfully, I wasn’t in pain. It was so quiet, all I could hear was my breathing and the slow drip of water melting.

To distract myself, to keep up my mood, I started singing. Anything I could remember: rock, pop, show tunes (don’t judge).

At some point, my mouth not really working anymore, I heard barking above me. A St. Bernard. How stereotypical.

That dog’s owner pulled me out and saved my life.