The Perfect Turn
- Seattle Prep Ignite
- May 9, 2018
- 1 min read
Turns—
Something only achieved in forever
The dusty white powder
Dances out from under my skis
The serenity of the mountain
Just me and the hill
As each turn burns my legs
My heart burns for more
Floating, like a seaplane,
On an ocean full of tiny white flakes
Over the blissful white powder
That lies ahead of me
An untouched meadow of deep joy
The powder is the sweet serenade
That nature has laid and my skis will play
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