I love skiing. I love the feeling it gives me, of being free, completely free. I love the swooshing sound of my ski’s on the snow, the sun on my face, and all the little glitters in the air. I love the way the trees are covered in white, the branches hanging down with the weight of the snow. I love hearing the distant beeps of the ski lifts. I love the laughter of people enjoying themselves and I imagine them feeling just as free and light as I do.

I love it best when I find a slope that’s not too crowded and I can pretend I’m the only one there. When I can just relax and let myself go without having to navigate around other skiers. To throw my head in my neck and feel that life really can’t get any better. To feel that I’m alive, really alive, and enjoying every single moment of it. Pure happiness, that’s what it is.