Peace.

We arise to three feet of fresh snow, and the parking lot has yet to be plowed.

One of my friends decides to take the tree-line, the other takes straight to the face.

We unload the chair, and depart our separate way’s after a quick fist-bump all around.

My mind, my body, everything is completely at peace.

My skis turn straight down the mountain, and I drop in.

I settle my speed, and thrown a slow three to get a full view of the landscape.

Here, floating through the cold air, I wear a massive grin, as I spot the landing.

I cleanly stomp the trick, something that for me, rarely happens first shot.

of my friend as encounters multiple face shots in the waist- deep pow.

We all meet up at the bottom of the run covered head to toe in snow.

“Lets do it again.”