Flying through forest and field..
The possibilities of this flight are endless...
shhh.. shhh.. whispers the snow as I jet thru the trees, throwing snowflake contrails..
Kick, glide, kick and glide... thirty feet with every stride.
The power is amazing.. roaring thru woods, silently.. It makes me giddy.. even now.
The trailside bushes blur past, yet each one, each rock, each log, is etched on my consciousness.
I breathe deeply .. a complete breathe.. it singes the depths of my lungs, making me ever more alive, focused, in the moment. ..and taking me ever higher.
Light gear on lighter snow..further and further from the day below.
