In the silent hush of winter’s embrace,
Where mountains pierce the sky’s azure lace,
A thrill awakens, pure and free—
The whispered call of skiing’s decree.
Salt Lake City, jewel of snow and pine,
Became my canvas, a world divine,
In January’s cold, I found my peace,
On icy slopes, my worries cease.
The air, crisp as a crystal song,
Fills lungs with life, fierce and strong,
Each glide, a dance, a fleeting art,
A symphony played upon my heart.
The snow beneath, a shimmering white,
Reflects the morning’s golden light,
A fluffy blanket, soft yet bold,
Envelopes stories yet untold.
I took a picture—frozen in time,
A moment captured, sublime,
A snapshot of exhilaration’s peak,
Of mountains silent, yet I speak.
The thrill of descent, a rush so pure,
A feeling I could never obscure,
Gravity’s whisper, pulling me down,
In this white kingdom, I wear my crown.
Skiing, more than sport, a soulful flight,
A dance with nature, pure delight,
Each turn, a brushstroke on the hill,
A testament to my iron will.
In Salt Lake’s embrace, I found my grace,
A fleeting glimpse of boundless space,
Where worries melt and spirits soar,
And I am one with earth and more.
The wind’s soft song, the snow’s gentle kiss,
Moments of utter, unfiltered bliss,
A reminder that in cold and frost,
The warmth of passion is never lost.
Through powdery drifts and icy bends,
I chase horizons, my soul ascends,
In every fall, a lesson learned,
In every climb, a fire burned.
So here’s my ode to winter’s thrill,
A love that time can’t still,
In Salt Lake’s snowy, sacred ground,
My heart’s true calling I have found.
And as I gaze upon that frozen scene,
A memory etched in my mind’s serene,
I know this passion, fierce and bright,
Will guide me through the longest night.
For skiing’s more than just a sport to me,
It’s a dance with life, wild and free,
In the snow’s embrace, I am alive,
In January’s chill, I thrive.
This picture—a frozen breath, a spark,
Reminds me of the endless dark,
And how in cold, we find our fire,
In snowy silence, lift our desire.
So let the mountains stand tall and proud,
Their silent strength, their snowy shroud,
For in their shadows, I have found
A love eternal, profound.
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