February air.
Empty black slopes.
The weather swings like a toxic relationship.
Coffee on the mountain top and a powerful wind trying to knock you off balance.
At crazy speeds I’m yelling to myself:
“Not into the pine. Not into the cones. Squeeze the lemon. Brake!”
And the euphoria when you reach the bottom -
realizing it all worked out and you didn’t crash on the slope. ⛷️❄️
