The Mountain


the sudden rush of the

cold harsh air

whipping against the layers that seperate me from whistling wind

looking out pass the horizon,

seeing miles of frost covered mountains

the beauty of the whit blanket covering the ground

for what looks like eternity that

alludes to the harsh, beautiful night


taking a deep breath of the fresh, crsip air,

my board takes me from one

beauty to the next

flying down the hill,

everything surronding me evaporates

just me, my board, and the

beauty I’m enclosed in;

pure bliss