There is so much anticipation when it comes to skiing powder.
There is so much hope, dreams,
remembrances of past times, perfect.
The pure swo o o o sh shhh
of skis displacing snow under your feet.
The silence.
The ooh, I think I like where I am,
immersed in flying snow; and then
to come up
to breathe, and after,
to go back down for another turn.
Bill Corwin
Durango
