Vibes Vol.I—Going Skiing

It is dark.

The sky is a light shade of grey teasing to turn blue with the first rays of daylight.

It is quiet.

The snow muffles the sounds of the waking town although you can occasionally hear the engine of a car rumbling in the far distance. There are no birds chirping this morning. It is too cold for that.

You step forwards, your boots fluffying up the powder snow that fell from the sky last night as you closed you eyes and slept. It crunches, your weight compressing it's softness into rock hard ice.

It is cold.

The gentle morning breeze tickles your forhead, the tip of your fingers, the end of your ears. You breathe in the crisp scent of pine trees and the remnants of detergent oozing off your layers over layers of clothes.

Your feet hurt. The boots are too tight to walk in although they are unfastened, loose. They grip your toes with force—the same force you will use to slide down the slopes of the piste.

In the car, you take control of the music. You decide on something upbeat, with a cheesy sing-along chorus to wake everyone up for the day ahead. The excitement is palpable.

As you leave the car your ears overflow with sounds.

Laughter.

Cries.

Voices in foreign languages.

People that sound stressed.

Humans that speak eagerly.

Everyone gathers in an orderly fashion, waiting in turn to sit inside a tight cabin that floats you up into the mountain. It's a precious ten minutes of panoramic views, uncomfortable smiles and meteorological chat.

You part your ways and speak your goodbyes as you reach the summit. Your skis drop to the ground as you tap your boots to remove the excess snow in them before you step - foot by foot - into your gear. You lean down to fasten your shoes, one at a time.

Click. Click.

Click. Click.

You are set to go.