I look ahead and see

the beckoning white powder

as it sits and waits for me to go to it.

The weather is no longer an obstacle.

No holds bar me from excitement, this

passion which gently calls me to the apex.

There are no rules,

no directions I must follow.

I am in complete control.

My soul soars as I start down the slope,

singing some semi-forgotten song,

and my body knows what to do without

aid from my brain. Quickly, with

silver speed, I go down and become

someone else, a new boy transformed

by the rushing wind and the fallen flakes.

For a short eternity I quit the world and

become one with the mountain, laughing,

turning, wooshing, spinning,

and not wanting to go back.