Thursday, March 10, 2016

skiing

The feeling of wind blowing in your face as you shoot down the mountain.
The sound of the edges of your skis slice across the harsh, cold snow. 
The smell of fresh white snow and pine trees. 
You can see the hill below you as you race down, nearing the giant, neon red SLOW sign.
The lift bounces and swings as people ride up, and you board on to go back down the mountain again. 

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