When
I take to the slopes
Midst
snow-covered peaks
I
ready my mind
For
whatever’s to come:
Each
run a challenge,
Never
the same.
’Tis
this that compels me
To be
one with the hill,
To
know the sensation
Of
each run’s thrill.
Aye,
the thrill of the run,
And
what’s more, it’s fun!
