Snow Falls like it has many times before
The roads are slick and icey
In an hour we will be in big snow country
Like many times before
People walk by as we pull into BlackJack's parking lot
As we go up the lift the snow still falls
I dream of the pow hits I will soon have
My frozen bindings click into place
We stand at the top of the hill and wait to go
The first turns are rough
but as the runs go on I get better
I scope out a jump ahead of me
I launch off the lip
I feel weightless as I fly through the air
Everything falls into place as I start to rotate
I stick a 720 with style
My board floats over the powder
As I carve I catch an edge and fall
The snow is cold and soft
I roll around and try to get up
I try again and succeed
I point downward again
As I ride through the trees, I wonder how long they've been there
From tree to tree I go weightless
The trees open up and I fall into a backcountry bowl
I hit a drift and stick a Mctwist
I land with style and persue on
I look back and see the rest of the pack
They let me pick the run
And,hey, its kind of fun
Noon approches and the snow stops
The sun shines down
We near the base of the mountain
I think back on the run
I'm very satisfied
I pray there will be more to come