A Winter Waiting

I stand at the edge of the mountain waiting to ski down. I have waited to do this for the entire year. I love skiing and to only be able to do it for a few months and then have to wait is excruciating. It is like waiting for the first snowfall. You wait all year and the excitement builds up and then you can’t wait anymore. 

    I breathe in the fresh, cool mountain air as I start to go down the mountain. It feels natural, like riding a bike or swimming. I ski all of the way down hoping I don’t crash like I did last year. I get to the bottom and laugh with joy. I have waited and finally, I get to do what I love again.