Ski Bum

What a rush!!! Bombing down the mountain at (or very close to) light speed. Flying through the air for miles. Getting from the top to the bottom in record times. Skiing alone was a new experience and I really liked it but there were somethings that were missing. I could get off the lift and just go without debating where to go. I didn't have to stop randomly on the way down. I didn't have to wait for anyone or feel like I was putting on a show. I didn't have to worry about anyone but me.

There was no one to laugh with on the ski lift on the way up. No one to race. No one to spray with immense ammounts of snow. Just me, my music, infinite whiteness, and God. I would do it again in a heart beat.