first in a while
when i was standing out in the sun at the beach,
i really really really fucking miss winter.
ALOT.
i was sitting there thinking, holy shit its way to bright and sunny. dont get me wrong, i love summer and the beach and sailing and all, but their is nothing in the world like blasting down a powdery slope carving the first tracks down a black diamond at 8 in the morning. being the first person on the chair lift wearing nothing but a t shirt and snowpants and having your best freinds sitting right there next to you. staring at the rising sun as if daring it to melt your precious snow and glancing down the lift lines sizing up the terain and picking out things you wanna hit. knowing damn well that you can take anything that the mountain throws at you and more.
but theirs more to it,
feeling the rush of flying down the race course, the whip of the flags as the glance your shins because you take a tight turn, the skipping scraping feeling of the icy banks on the track after its been run a bit, the breif but invigorating flying feeling you get when you coast of a jump getting just enough air to clear it and not enough that you lose speed. i love boardercross, i love snow, i love snowboarding.
i hate people who say winter is so ugly and depressing. i know no greater joy than a glistening white slope and seeing the distant mountain tops. so what if everything is asleep and covered with snow, things are sometimes their most beautiful when they are asleep.
i love winter.
A!!!
i really really really fucking miss winter.
ALOT.
i was sitting there thinking, holy shit its way to bright and sunny. dont get me wrong, i love summer and the beach and sailing and all, but their is nothing in the world like blasting down a powdery slope carving the first tracks down a black diamond at 8 in the morning. being the first person on the chair lift wearing nothing but a t shirt and snowpants and having your best freinds sitting right there next to you. staring at the rising sun as if daring it to melt your precious snow and glancing down the lift lines sizing up the terain and picking out things you wanna hit. knowing damn well that you can take anything that the mountain throws at you and more.
but theirs more to it,
feeling the rush of flying down the race course, the whip of the flags as the glance your shins because you take a tight turn, the skipping scraping feeling of the icy banks on the track after its been run a bit, the breif but invigorating flying feeling you get when you coast of a jump getting just enough air to clear it and not enough that you lose speed. i love boardercross, i love snow, i love snowboarding.
i hate people who say winter is so ugly and depressing. i know no greater joy than a glistening white slope and seeing the distant mountain tops. so what if everything is asleep and covered with snow, things are sometimes their most beautiful when they are asleep.
i love winter.
A!!!