I am one with the snow.
Its mysterious miniature crystals
Bind together and seemingly flow,
Creating an almost infinite wave.
Silence was created within my mind,
I was getting ready for my descent.
I shut out peoples’ inclement voices
That blocked the true mountain accent.
I strapped the board to my feet
And looked down the steep hill,
My heart slowly increased its beat
And I prepared for the usual thrill.
The snow connected down below.
It glided gently beneath my feet.
Then as I traveled transversely
My razor-sharp edges carved deep.
The feeling that I knew since long ago
Had renewed my connection with the snow.
(written for my creative writing class in 2003, Barrington High School rocks!)
