A Serious Addiction

Gary says that I'm obsessed. I don't agree, but every time the weather begins to get cold my heart begins to long for the adrenaline of flying down a mountain, creating delicate arcs in the snow. Feeling the wind on my face, the crisp air coloring my cheeks. The feel of the snow rushing below me. The scenery...oh the beautiful scenery. I begin to dream of the perfect, unmarked run just waiting for me to add my signature. My skis become just an extension of my body. No, I'm not obsessed, well, maybe just a little!