Freedom

The wind rushes by A soft whistle in my helmet The world around me falls silent The flakes of snow continue down The droplets forming on my goggles Running down onto my rosy cheeks The evergreens fade I just see one long blur As I rush past the trees This is my happy place It’s not a place of relaxation Or serenity The adrenaline rush The beauty of nature That’s what moves me I get it all here While balancing on two skis I transform into someone different I become me