The wind rushes by
A soft whistle in my helmet
The world around me falls silent

The flakes of snow continue down
The droplets forming on my goggles
Running down onto my rosy cheeks

The evergreens fade
I just see one long blur
As I rush past the trees

This is my happy place
It’s not a place of relaxation
Or serenity

The adrenaline rush
The beauty of nature
That’s what moves me

I get it all here
While balancing on two skis
I transform into someone different
I become me