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jibber · 07-06-2004, 01:57 AM

ya i have nights like that, only for me its just insomnia, i usually just read till like 5 in the morning then fall asleep with the light still on, or draw, all my best ideas for art come in the middle of the night, either that or i put my headphones into my amp and play guitar till really late, or read ski magazines and dream about when it'll snow again, visualizing that perfect jump, perfect untouched powder, perfect line with sketchy chutes through trees and rocks, opening up to a huge basin of waist-deep, sparkling untouched powder, so light you could have a handful of it and not even know its there, then dropping off a cliff and getting a pure adrenaline rush, blood pumping through your veins anticipating stomping the landing, that feeling of pure freedom that can only come from flying through the air completely weightless, nothing in your mind but sheer exhileration, the total ecstacy of your skis hitting the ground below, knees asorbing the impact, breath cut off from the shock of gravity working its magic on you again, then flying down the mountain with so much speed you feel you could take off any moment, then the complete and utter happiness at the bottom, waiting in the lift line, breathing in the perfect mountain air and taking in the scenery, knowing that life is absolutely perfect at that moment, because you know your on your way up to do the same thing again, only maybe this time you'll find a steeper line, a bigger cliff, a better jump, all the possibilities running through your mind, relishing the excitement that can only come from doing the thing you most love.........f*ck i hate summer.

07-06-2004, 01:57 AM	#2 (permalink)
jibber Freeskier Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople... Posts: 1,544	ya i have nights like that, only for me its just insomnia, i usually just read till like 5 in the morning then fall asleep with the light still on, or draw, all my best ideas for art come in the middle of the night, either that or i put my headphones into my amp and play guitar till really late, or read ski magazines and dream about when it'll snow again, visualizing that perfect jump, perfect untouched powder, perfect line with sketchy chutes through trees and rocks, opening up to a huge basin of waist-deep, sparkling untouched powder, so light you could have a handful of it and not even know its there, then dropping off a cliff and getting a pure adrenaline rush, blood pumping through your veins anticipating stomping the landing, that feeling of pure freedom that can only come from flying through the air completely weightless, nothing in your mind but sheer exhileration, the total ecstacy of your skis hitting the ground below, knees asorbing the impact, breath cut off from the shock of gravity working its magic on you again, then flying down the mountain with so much speed you feel you could take off any moment, then the complete and utter happiness at the bottom, waiting in the lift line, breathing in the perfect mountain air and taking in the scenery, knowing that life is absolutely perfect at that moment, because you know your on your way up to do the same thing again, only maybe this time you'll find a steeper line, a bigger cliff, a better jump, all the possibilities running through your mind, relishing the excitement that can only come from doing the thing you most love.........f*ck i hate summer. __________________ What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER