A powder hill left abandon.
Smothered over by the soft blowing wind.
The soft snow was so cool
melting on my red cheeks.
Like cotton brushed against the skin.
I had finally reached the top!
The only way down was to ride.
So I started drifting through the
glassy cottonous snow.
exactly the way a duck swaddles
through the reflective sea.
The world had seemed to stop,
as if nothing mattered anymore.
The silence was as a new born baby
kissed by it's first breaths.
I whispered good bye sweet glassy powder hill.