nothing makes me feel more alive
than when i'm gliding through soft snow
zooming down the cold, icy mountain
you feel the breeze bite your cheeks
skiing in between fir and fresh pine trees
i turn my music on louder
forget about my surroundings
just me, my ski's, and the powder
being lifted back up by the gondola
oh the sights you can see
counting footprints in the snow
a bunny rabbit or three
turn your back and look down at the living, breathing city
lights that mingle surrounded by deep green
you forget whether you are looking up at the night sky
or down below
at the beautiful sight of Vancouver
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