Powder

The chair swings around which picks me up and takes me to the top. Wipping the fog off of my googles before I put them on. Ride off the chair and strap in the last boot. "Lets do it," I pronounce. With every carve I make my mark on the mountain. The snow so deep like a black hole. Sprayed in the face, can feel the chill throughout my body. Stop at the bottom of the run, nothing better than a powder day.