Snowflakes nipped at my skin with a loving bite. Their soft coating burying any bit of reality underneath an icy dressing. You and I soared between the frosted covered trees releasing screams of joy followed by breathless exhales of heat. I watched your board honor every fluid movement, dodging trees and creating a track of our own. Along the untouched snow, unaware of the next destination, I felt completely free. Beside silky sounds of wood carving over velvety powder, the world was muted. Melodious sprinkles of snow and a sough of tree bristles became a guiding cadence as I sang from the top of my lungs in suit of nature’s melody.
Endless possibilities awaited me, a never ending road of opportunities unexplored. You trailed behind me as I fell into a snow’s cold embrace of encouragement. The ivory dust beneath my gloves seemed to offer a lifting hand stabling me back on my feet. I could’ve laid there forever, warding the world away, enveloped in its dream-like pillows. Could’ve slept in a bed of frost kept warm by the adventure seeking fire that ran through my veins. A veil of snow temporarily blinded my vision as you swept past, fanning a pearl sheet of powder over me. An additional blanket to my bed, but my bloody fire melted its essence in my wake.
I now followed you, never quite as fluid, but just as driven for an adventure. Together we influenced the snow with our movements, creating a two minute future of our own. One that I’ll play over for years to come. A feeling of freedom and escapement that wouldn’t ever escape me.
