Downhill

the silence waits

holding it’s breath

until a single whoosh is heard

then silence again.

the blinding light

what a sight

as it rushes forward

to greet me

meet me

I see a turn

coming up

to greet me

meet me

trip me up

another swish

a swoosh

a flash

more white

in front of me

but I didn’t fall.

my skis are gliding

but every time they stray

slip away

for just a moment

I wonder

will I go down?

will I hit the ground?

but I don’t.

as I skid to a stop

at the bottom of the hill

snow flies up

into the air

to greet me

meet me

congratulate me.

I made it.

sometimes it’s hard

sometimes I’m afraid

sometimes I want to quit

or cry

or scream

but I push on

and I know it’s worth it.

I wait in line

to board the ski lift

and the silence waits

and holds it’s breath

again.

HT  (^-_-^)~