your vision is blurred by the white flakes that topple endlessly from the dark sky above. The cold air nips at your face and fingers, but the rest of your body feels warm and is anxious with sweat. Smacking your lips together your are able to feel how chapped you lips are and the blood that you spilt the last time a similar situation went wrong. You ignore the sensation, this is no time to back out.Board strapped to your feet you feel confident in your abilities, another day another challenge this is what you live for. Someone starts to shout out numbers counting down from "five". "Four" start your approach. "Three" you tuck and and gain speed as your heart rate increases. "Two" you lock your eyes on your blue target not letting your focus waver. "One" you let all rational thought dwindle away as you take flight . Locked in your body is kept ridged, one small spazm here and it could cost you in bones and blood. Your trip is over quickly as it always is you start the 20 foot decent to earth spinning all the while. The landing pad seems miniscule as you approach it, "fooop" you land on the flat temporarily blinded by the snow that arises from under you. Bent knees and butt almost touching the ground, you taste sweet success as you ride away another day.
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