Slopes

The white slopes fell away before her, with a line of trees halfway down. She leaned forward and drifted to the right, toward the edge signaled by an orange rope, and watched as a snowboarder surfed across the white waves and then collapsed in a puff of snow. Her goggles cast the mountain in an orange tint, so she raised them to her helmet to get the full experience. It was blinding, with the sun hitting every individual snowflake and shooting it like lasers into her retina. 

She had never seen anything so magnificent in her life.