Dropping in off the peak of the mountain,

I grow wings and have complete faith.

I feel myself cruising from zero to sixty,

And yet my body remains completely calm.



Being slapped by invisible specks,

The wind is hitting me in the face.

The snow falls ever so peacefully,

As I disrupt its fluffy beauty on the trails.



I come to a sudden halt at the base,

And my body pulls me ahead of my skis.

I take a breath on the chairlift ride up,

And look across the snow-covered forests.



This is time that I don’t really need,

Because all I love is my serene speed.