Swift Skiing and Steaming Hot Chocolate
I sail down the icy snow covered mountain at the speed of light. I weave through trees, around rocks, and fallen logs. Nothing can stop the adrenaline that rushes through my body. I let out a yelp of joy, but I do not see the bend in the trail. I let out a bloodcurdling scream, and try to swerve around it. Suddenly, I am flying through the air like a plane, but the plane doesn’t have wings or an engine. I hurtle downwards and land in a colossal mound of freezing snow. The snow is soft and fluffy, but it feels like liquid nitrogen is being applied all over my hands. I slowly rise to my feet and brush off the frigid snow from my outermost layers of warm clothing. I look up at the snow topped trees and stare at the crystalline blue sky. Birds sing above me and I laugh at my mistake as I continue down the slope until I reach the beaten up wooden lodge. I open the tall oak door, and am hit with a wave of heat so strong that I stumble back a few steps. Finally, I go inside. A crimson fire is roaring inside the large brick fireplace, and people are everywhere. I go to the snack bar and order a steaming hot chocolate and I slump down in a chair at a table. The rich dark hot chocolate pairs perfectly with the creamy homemade marshmallows. It warms my insides like an oven making me relax. Time slowly passes and soon it is time to head home. So away from the snow capped mountains we drive cherishing every second of the fun we had.