An empty trail
sounds of carving and scraping echo
the wind stinging my nose, leaving it numb.
Fresh powder beneath my feet,
snow clouding my vision.
The trees stand empty and tall on both sides of me,
swaying in the frigid wind,
It’s peaceful, calm, and beautiful…
I’m in the air
Everything stops, except me
the wind howling by my ears
soaring up in the air…
Then the exhilaration is over
sounds of carving and scraping return
and I find myself in a pattern of nature’s beauty