A frosted blanket of snow covers the mountain after the brutal winter night, the sun wakes disturbing the peace that night brings. Peaking over the summit the sun sets a bright stage with a sky as clear as crystal. Sunlight beams onto the fresh and pearly powder. The chairlifts metallic surface has a bright lustre from the sun’s rays.

Listen.  Whistling in your ear, the morning breeze indicates the vicious winds that might be yet to come. “Badaboom” a raging explosion aggressively thunder in the distance, the ski patrols are working like honey bees frantically preparing their mountain hive. There is a mechanical humming being projected by wire and gears. 

Look. The sunlight causes the mountain to radiate. Displaced bumps and lumps of snow are windblown into shapes like minuscule waves on a sea of icy snow. The gully’s lead to a white and endless abyss of fluffy powder. The mountains peak home to large eroded rocks stand as stiff as soldiers watching over their heaven sent alabaster kingdom. As you glance up through a dimmed lens that masks your face you can see the course outline of boulders at the mountain summit, it generates a distorted horizon. The skiers are as miniature as ants, gliding through their behemoth white nest. The terrain seems to form like a city’s center completely submerged in a frozen over and heavy overlay of snow, the runs on the ski field are streets that runoff in every which way crossing one another forming icy intersections down the mountain. 

Feel. A passionate and crisp air crashes against your numbed cheek bones. A stimulating elation strikes through your body thinking about the next run. You have Tender legs that are continuously nagging form the previous dash down the mountain. Addictive adrenaline is still pumping through your veins, with your legs endurance at max capacity, that dangerous adrenaline latches onto you conscious, dragging back up the mountain. In your fluro insulator, your body’s core is as sweltering as the Sahara desert however your toes and fingers are as cold as a dogs nose on a frosted winters morning. A shiver slivers down your body as an arctic chill dashes into your raw vulnerable skin. At the same time sunlight blankets your body and thaw’s your outer layers, heating you  up to for the rest of the ski day.