snowboarding
snowboarding is my euphony, my white noise to please my heart.
The Eagle Crest ski area opened yesterday. Yesteray! Juneau's weather is so random. It opened with about 2 feet of freash pow. 4 degrees at top 16 at the base, you know what that means! light fluffy pow pow. I got first tracks on lower Wolveriens; Im going back up tomarrow. sooooo stoked. this reminds me of the poem i wrote last year about snowboarding...
When the mountain peaks
gleam with white. In
the back country, I spend
all day among the frosted
evergreens, carving though
fresh pow. Thinking
of only which way
to go next, searching
out kickers. All day my body
excepts what it is. In the night
my mussels ach with pride. While
feather light ice angels dance their
way down from the sky. There,
is this happy dream I hold
The Eagle Crest ski area opened yesterday. Yesteray! Juneau's weather is so random. It opened with about 2 feet of freash pow. 4 degrees at top 16 at the base, you know what that means! light fluffy pow pow. I got first tracks on lower Wolveriens; Im going back up tomarrow. sooooo stoked. this reminds me of the poem i wrote last year about snowboarding...
When the mountain peaks
gleam with white. In
the back country, I spend
all day among the frosted
evergreens, carving though
fresh pow. Thinking
of only which way
to go next, searching
out kickers. All day my body
excepts what it is. In the night
my mussels ach with pride. While
feather light ice angels dance their
way down from the sky. There,
is this happy dream I hold