see right down to the Bottom

Sun shining like gold.
Blinding my eyes.
I strap the boots into the bindings
And begin a winding trail
Toward the bottom.

As I head down the mountain
Snow starts to blow in my face.
Crystals pinging at me.
Wetting my eyes and cheeks.

Faster and faster
Winding down the trail
The end is here…

Whoosh!





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