Tuesday, February 27, 2007

"Iowa?"

The mountaintop rises 12,000 feet above the ocean
A breeze blows, the snow falls
All you see is the dark grey sky and the white ground.
The treeline is far below
Before you lies a seemingly endless expanse of fresh powder.
You strap into your board,
lower your goggles,
and turn to your friend.
He nods.

You ride.

1 comment:

coconutkid said...

i've heard this story before :).