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today was my first day skiing of the season.
i so forgot how much i love it, how it feels to go down the mountain. i thought i would forget, but once i hit the ramp off the lift, i remembered, gliding across the snow. the powder was perfect, i didn't fall or anything. the wind whipping at my cheeks stings but i barely notice most of the time, mesmerized by the freedom of flight.
i so forgot how much i love it, how it feels to go down the mountain. i thought i would forget, but once i hit the ramp off the lift, i remembered, gliding across the snow. the powder was perfect, i didn't fall or anything. the wind whipping at my cheeks stings but i barely notice most of the time, mesmerized by the freedom of flight.