A snowy slope
Dark green trees
Snow pelting my goggles
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,
Yet I’ve never been so afraid.
I look at the steep slope before me
Take in a big breath
And let myself go.
Gliding
Soaring
Flying.
When I get to the bottom,
I’m smiling,
A genuine smile.
I want to go again.
Posted in response to the challenge Skiing.
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