There is something about the beauty of a silent mountain.
When you are at the top, looking down at the world.
Now add some snow.
Lots of snow.
Cold and silent.
Now add a pair of skis.
The silence gets interrupted as you start sliding down.
The air rushing past your face gets a lot colder.
The snow, smooth and flattened behind you.
As you face the mountain, skating down it's surface, picking up speed as you go.
The feeling of flying and freedom is overwhelmingly wonderful.
Now add the one thing in this world that makes life worth it... people.
Add the one person that supports your every decision.
Add the two people that bring a smile to your face no matter what.
Add the people in your life that are just happy to be there.
Add the strangers that love what you love.
Add the new people you meet and the memories of the old.
Add laughter, yells, and howls that are disrupting the silence.
Add adventure, accomplishment, aspiration and inspiration.
That is the beauty of skiing.
