The beauty of the mountain
I’ve dreamed of it
I’ve migrated to it
I’ve lived it

The beauty of exploration
Getting to know the lines
The way the powder settles across it
The way the wind reorganizes

A run all to my own
Feeling the controlled fall down the slope
Conquering steep edges that once filled me with fear
It feels like a blessing every time my ski flexes to meet my feet

A quiet I had long searched for
The cold against my face
The quiet sadness when it ends
Always greeted by the promise of winter’s return