Winter


Miles and miles of brilliant white snow,
covering everything outside my window to greet me
when I wake.
I bundle u in a coat and a scarf,
when I leave it's still dark,
but the sun peeks out from the hill.
There is no one here.
Just me,
my sled,
and mother nature.
I look out across the white,
and grip the rope tight,
and push off.
A rush of cold air blows in my face.
I'm speeding,
sliding,
gliding,
flying.

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