S.E.H.S.S (Sir Edmund Hillary Sick Sentences)

 a dark shadow slowly trudged up the towering mountain the man was weary but he kept moving forward. He used long slick poles with pointy spikes on the end they tore through the slippery ice. The sun was blazing hot makin sweat trickle down my back. The sky was a bright & light blue. He looked forward to the view were he would be able to see far and wide from the top of the peak I would feel amazing.