A soft delicate day full of snow
the quiet in the woods as I walked uphill,
my skinned skis sliding silently
through the powder.
Later, having reached the plateau,
and fortified by coffee;
I unpeeled the skins, packed them away,
and started skiing down
fast and quietly,
passing no one but seeing only tracks.
What had taken me an hour and a half
to climb up, had taken a matter only,
of minutes to descend.
But what bliss. What blood;
pouring through my heated veins.
What air; clean and
deep in my cooled lungs.
rushing through my brain.
What peace !