Mountain Tops of White
On top the air was cold as the wind tore through its path of green finding hope, the old man’s cough of ice brought glistening snowflakes spending their time dancing in perfect synchronization as they land softly to begin their purpose of bringing smiles and laughter to the young, and bringing ones together to celebrate our worlds beauty. Our magnificent vantage point from the ski lift had gifted us the sight of a breathtaking view of the landscape as it was nothing shy of whimsical. having eyes glued to the scenery of white as it was pure heaven from eye to eye. The ski lift rattled and squeaked of experience as we slowly but surely made it to the top where the air was bitter, but the feeling of excitement kept me sane. Grasping the chilled metallic handlebars with all of my might as we ascended further into the white of the mountain tops getting closer inch by inch. The closer we were to a wonder of experience the more our hearts began to race leading to expressions of joy and laughter by all, the noise of enjoyment soon filled any silence as the ongoing individuals raced down the slope. During the time, I’ve found that waiting patiently for something can sometimes be the worst part of the time, but remembering that the journey you take to make it is the time where you can truly enjoy living, especially for these certain moments in our lives. The smell of fresh snowfall made its way towards us as we found ourselves looking into an exquisite work of the universe, the most ravishing, breathtaking sunrise anyone could have ever laid eyes on casting its beams of light in every direction over the pure white majestic mountain tops. Illuminating the area of the dark as it rose slowly making its way up into our vivid blue sky for all in the town to enjoy, breathing in the air at the top it was so pure so right. As we made our way towards the direction of a run we glanced down and once again took it all in as we prepared ourselves for the upcoming adventure we were going to take head on. One deep breath and a single push sent some snow flying as well as us as we took off soaring down the slope feeling a breeze of cold enter my system and out. Going at incredibly high speeds passing anyone that crossed our path is what I wish I could say, while in reality, I was only going about a mere 10 miles per hour (MPH) being the slowest out of the family members I was with at the given time. Slowly but surely, I began picking up velocity as I went on still admiring my surroundings of the trees and glimmer of freshly fallen snow for as long as I possibly could. As time went on and more and more people began to pass by my location at speeds higher than I was fully capable of, I made the choice of kicking it into a higher gear letting myself soar down as fast as I could possibly go to get the feeling of living once again. The excitement, the fear, the intensity of it all came rushing back to me at once finally discovering the true meaning of skiing. The reason for coming out here in the first place was to capture this feeling which was nothing shy of remarkable and was most certainly a moment that I would want to experience on and on throughout life. I felt my chest beating as a single cold sweat rolled down from my face, this was it this was skiing, it was all going so well I could not have asked for more. The feelings I experienced gave me utter delight, it was so pure up until about two minutes later remembering that I’m quite frankly not the best skier in the world, or not as good as I had thought I was. Fully losing control of my footing and eventually coming tumbling down at full speed crashing into an upcoming snow bank practically tasting the cold of the powdered snow itself. I laid back in agony for a while until I could find my footing and then preceded to retrieve my lost gear that had come off during the mess of it all, still remembering the look on every single passing by individual staring with the eyes of ice. Taking time to pick myself up from the cutting ice I proceeded onward until finally reuniting with my family once again to do it all over again, but hopefully, It would be a bit of a different story this time around. Though I can’t say the rest of the journey was quite the breeze, and if any thoughts emerged regarding myself learning from my mistakes, well then I’ll put those to immediate rest falling about a good three more times due to the exact same issue that had emerged prior. I’ll spare the details of those moments mainly due to the fact that I don’t want to take the time to fish up those specific memory’s of my life, but sometimes when you fall down you just have to get back up and try it again. After a well-desired cup of piping hot chocolate warming and warming myself from the inside and out, and touching that mug of warmth as my fingertips had found the light once again, taking a sip of wonder, savoring every last drop as it was my last. All and all the journey I found myself going head to head with that day had given more than slight bruising, but tremendous memory’s that will live on for years to tell.