Snow creaks and crunches beneath my ski's,
The trees cast shadows over our trail making the world an icy still life.
Gliding through the woods towards the next golden light,
little bags of sunshine to light our way.
The exhiliration of swooping down the hills in the night, each turn in the trail
is like entering another world.
For a moment, time stops and nothing exists but you and me on our ski's.