The lift couldn't feel any slower, anxiously you change songs trying to find the perfect tune. Pushing off in a hurry making your way to your favorite tree run, finding it completely empty and full of untracked powder. Wiggling in your boots a bit you know this is about to be epic.
As you drop in your legs are fresh, the powder deep and the turns feel like a big smooth dream. Leaning back hard on your board the snow flares out as wide as your smile. The only trace left is a line which later will be tracked over but that feeling of gliding over powder will always be with you.