The attack of the car park yeti

I have this incredible urge to climb up any snow pile I see. I climb up, I look at the world around me and I feel good. It’s a primal need, like the need for water when thirsty. I often wonder if this is healthy, I mean from a mental state point of view, then I reason that it’s not harming anyone, or is it?

The problem is that, those snow piles are everywhere in Canada, where I am, during the winter. They are usually around the back of car parks. White, glistening, inviting. Every time I drive past them they seem to call out to me, I imagine how the world will look like from…