One of a Kind
A thrilling gust of wind rips through my hair and ruffles my clothes as I sit on the edge of the unknown. The frigid air chills me to the bone, but the excitement of not knowing what will happen next is too much to contain. Joy is seen on my face, as I make my first turn through the fresh snow. Powder flies up in different directions but it only makes me more focused and the smile just gets bigger. If you happen to watch anyone who truly loves the art of skiing, just look at their faces while carving the mountain. The smile almost never ends, and most of the time is accompanied by a shrill of joy and pure happiness. This is something you can not experience anywhere else. You can not learn to truly love and appreciate this from anywhere else. You can not take classes in any university or school about the pure thrill and excitement you get from skiing until you experience it for yourself and on your own account. No amount of knowledge from any form of study can get close to the colossal amount of peace and joy you receive from making fresh turns where no one has been yet. The evergreens are a blur as you tear down the mountain. This is something that can not be captured or experienced any other way than actually doing it yourself. The first time and I was hooked. It is almost an addiction that can not be satisfied. For myself, I can never get enough snow days or enough thrill from skiing a powdered glade. It is something that is one of a kind.
A thrilling gust of wind rips through my hair and ruffles my clothes as I sit on the edge of the unknown. The frigid air chills me to the bone, but the excitement of not knowing what will happen next is too much to contain. Joy is seen on my face, as I make my first turn through the fresh snow. Powder flies up in different directions but it only makes me more focused and the smile just gets bigger. If you happen to watch anyone who truly loves the art of skiing, just look at their faces while carving the mountain. The smile almost never ends, and most of the time is accompanied by a shrill of joy and pure happiness. This is something you can not experience anywhere else. You can not learn to truly love and appreciate this from anywhere else. You can not take classes in any university or school about the pure thrill and excitement you get from skiing until you experience it for yourself and on your own account. No amount of knowledge from any form of study can get close to the colossal amount of peace and joy you receive from making fresh turns where no one has been yet. The evergreens are a blur as you tear down the mountain. This is something that can not be captured or experienced any other way than actually doing it yourself. The first time and I was hooked. It is almost an addiction that can not be satisfied. For myself, I can never get enough snow days or enough thrill from skiing a powdered glade. It is something that is one of a kind.
