the feel of the wind blowing across my face
whipping my jacket around me like a cape
breathing deep the cold air clearing my head
eyes on alert looking for trouble
knees bent ready to spring
the feel of total freedom as I carve down the mountain
the world laid out below my feet
never want to stop
here nothing else matters it is just me and the steeps
a zen like state
an empty mind
just being
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