White mountains capped in satin, North face hiding behind a veil of frigid diamonds.
How I long to caress your powdered cheeks. To float down your ivory aisles. How I long to toast your champagne kiss. To hear you softly whisper "I do" beneath my feet. How I long to traverse across your velvet curves. To fall head over heels into your feathery embrace.
Old friends New snow Borrowed time Blue sky
There's just something about getting cold feet. I could wed you every single day & never grow tired of this frosted bliss.
I laid there, battered and bruise atop of that cold white blanket, my eyes looking up and the Back of my head pressed firmly down the snow. I took a moment and just paused, mesmerised by the beautiful dark and velvety sky, pelted with starlight. I still remember how “Zen” like that moment felt. It was a time in my life, that I just let go of everything. I felt no care, no anguish or no concern. Moments like those makes one appreciate the little things in life that we all tend to overlook.
Just reached the summit The adrenaline building up for the plummet Strap in to start the cruise Headphones in, listening to my tunes Now scanning the powdery terrain I’m flying like a jet engine plane Take off on the jump My knees take the big thump, Up ahead, there’s the rail The momentum gives me the power to sail Almost busting I gain my stability Now I got my mobility Carving back and forth Now at dusk I see my guide north My ride ending to a near I get excited for that frosty beer