The wind blows through my helmet into my ear. The swift push of the broken bar gets heavier every time like someone’s stuffing hand warmers in it. I rotate my skis and poles, hoping not to get them stuck under the chair. The chair lift leaves a ring of snow on my back. The crystals on my eyelashes melt as I push my goggles onto my face. The sky is darker today, it holds an icy blue color, almost gray. Today is cold and the air holds a gray fog that is pushed around by sharp winds. If I were a white hare I could blend in with the air and the snow. I wish I were inside watching a movie. If I were watching a movie I could curl up in blankets and be as far away from these cold winds as I could. The Winter holidays have already passed, but I can still see the faint glimmer of Christmas lights from miles away. The wind burns my face as I speed down the side of the mountain. I linger down the empty trail carving the snow with my skis. The freshly waxed skis create beautiful smooth carves. I shiver as the wind blows snow into my face. I should’ve worn my other coat.