In the image are two skiers on a ski. It looks like a pretty sunny day as they slide down the slope side by side. They don't seem to be a novice, their professionalism can be seen in how well they carry themselves on the ski, one can easily guess it to be a routine in their leisure time.
"Hey, what are you up to today?" The voice on the other end of the phone said. Micheal roll-off the blanket that had fallen off part of his body, his eyes still heavy. "It's the weekend, I don't have much to do," he replied, rubbing his eyes to clear off the little logs in his eyes. "Then let's go skiing then" the voice suggested, and ended the call shortly after Micheal scheduled a time.
Later that day, they visited a new skiing spot in the town. It wasn't crowded but they loved it still. They both couldn't wait to ski through the slope as they challenged each other on a ski jump, they were both good at it but Micheal who had the red with a mixture of orange colour ski was ahead with a few new skills. The day was filled with laughter, and fun for them both as they ski until it was noon.
"Let's do this some other time again" Michael suggested.
