Ullr Praised Be.

The deafening silence. It brings everything to a stop. The sound of skis going through it along with the roar of the wind. The whump it makes when you walk in it. Watching it gently fall from the sky or coming down in a wall. The feel of having it blast you in the face carving deep turns. Just can't get enough of it.
anteye anteye
36-40, M
1 Response Dec 1, 2006

you described that really well.bunnydrop