When I ski, everything feels very natural. The snow, cold and wet, slides smoothly beneath my skis. The wind blows. The tree tops quiver. That moment though, that moment when you reach the top and look out over the mountain, that moment is the best of all. When I look out over all the mountains I can’t help feeling amazing. The beauty of it is surreal. I just want to breath in the crisp mountain air. It rejuvenates you. You feel alive. Then when you finally ski down, you feel incredible. That is why I love skiing and why I love the winter season.