Cruising down the clear white hills - going faster till anything else around was simply a blurr.
Cold air blasting into my face and feeling free - no boundaries exist anymore.
Constantly looking for the next move- the next channel the next potential log or stick that will create my downfall: as of yet none has come.
Will that time come? I don't want to look down - I want to look up...
The ski may be cloudy, but behind those clouds there a beautiful sun shining.
I can see far ahead and the view all around is truly amazing!!
Many years have brought me to this point - years of training, years of tears, of hard work and now I wish to strive for the rewards!!