To Ski A Mountain Poem by Teagan Bateman

With a wisp of wind blowing against the face of a mountain top, clouds gathering and forming around a body atop a mountain, a sense of peace is formed. With a chill running through the body and trapping body warmth to the closest being. A pounding of a heart in a warm chest and the sound of carving filling the ears. A feeling of joy and relief fills the soul with freedom. Wooden boards attached to feet moving in sync and moving with confidence; tear the slopes to pieces. The smell of fresh air and pine mixing into one. Adrenaline and excitement filling the body and nerves. A calming state settling over oneself to reach tranquility and new-found peace. A top the mountain slope, waits the view of a tranquil city. What once was a burden is now taken away and replaced with relief. A calming wind and heartbeat the only sound of comfort. what cannot be seen from below, can be seen from atop. What cannot be experienced from down below, can be from atop. What one loves, can be one's greatest passion and escape.