There is so much anticipation when it comes to skiing powder.

There is so much hope, dreams,

remembrances of past times, perfect.

The pure swo o o o sh shhh

of skis displacing snow under your feet.

The silence.

The ooh, I think I like where I am,

immersed in flying snow; and then

to come up

to breathe, and after,

to go back down for another turn.

Bill Corwin

Durango