Frost and Flow

Snow begins as silence. It is my favorite thing about snow, the way it absorbs sound. The way it light contrast off the peaks with depth. How easily the mountains remind me of how small I a.

The way it bring people together with planks strapped to our feet. The way powder panic sets in on a fresh storm cycle you weren't’t able to take part in. The powder hoots and hollers echoing off the surrounding landscape. The flow state that happens both from charging and the buttery powder turns after a fresh dump.