Perfect Day

January 6, 2012
By Anonymous

Cold winter morning with the sun rising over the peak
Arriving at the top, my skis touching the fresh snow
The cold fresh powder i could feel upon my cheek
I looked over at the snow makers who had no reason to blow
I was venturing down the mountain recklessly
Frolicking in the white fluff
I took the first face courageously
To me it wouldn't be tough
In the distance i could see my obstacle
Getting closer to the prize
It was a man sucking on a popsicle
I had to close my eyes
The view was incredible, one way or the other
Even though the man was my brother



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