Connected to a Board

I feel most comfortable here,

standing on top of the world.

Wind whisping past my face,

with my feet connected to a board.

 

Standing on top of the world,

prepared for what is to come.

With my feet connected to a board,

I begin to take my first run

 

Prepared for what is to come,

I approach the powder with speed.

I begin to take my first run,

feeling weightless and free.

 

I approach the powder with speed,

wind whisping past my face,

feeling weightless and free,

I feel most comfortable here.

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