The white opens its mouth and swallows me whole.
I feel along the floor of its wide belly with the bottoms of my feet and pole tips while my eyes register nothing but blinding flat whiteness.
I am a tiny feather floating above a place I no longer recognize. No sense of time or space. Weightless. Riding gentle waves of true calm.
My body turns and the wind bats it. Fumbling to recover, I spin and blur in an unknown direction.
Free fallin with my mind unhooked.
Seconds after a soft landing, my eyes still probing, I am surprised to feel the mountain behind me. When I stand, I lose my balance. Drunk dizzy. Pitching downhill, I lock my knees and clench my fists. Slam my eyes shut to make it go away.
A deep breath later the rest of my party reaches me. Our frozen lips mouth “this — scares — me” together. We tighten ranks and keep moving.
Soon enough, it’s time to laugh again.
JULIE ANN STEVENS 
You can’t be afraid of shapes or colors or in this case the lack of shape or color.