They head out early about to miss the sunrise, seeing it climb the mountain peaks. Skiers cut their skis into the snow. The air is rough to the touch, it just smells colder than normal. As they speed down the hill the precipitation in the air gets caught on their faces. These two men are out in the middle of no where encompassed by trees and mountains, with no one except each other. Their feet glaze over the frozen ground only being slowed by the occasional patch of crystals, created by the intensiveness of the surrounding air. Ribbons in the snow map their path that morning. The sun begins to glow reflecting off the snow to make it seem brighter than it actually is. They listen to the hissing of the wind beating on their bare faces and through the trees. Both men explore the wilderness without slowing their skis. Trying to keep good speed, so when a plateau is reached there will be no need to stop. Birds fly above playing an amusing tune, their sound being slightly muted by briskness of the air. Half way though their excursion they stop to grab a bite to eat. The wind picks up reminding them to keep on. They reach their destination on time. Both men stop, look let their eyes see all the things surrounding them.
1 comment:
This picture is really calming and pretty. I like how the snow is untouched and they are the first ones making their mark. My favorite part is when you said "Ribbons in the snow map their path that morning." Its very descriptive and I could picture it in my head with out even needing to look at the picture. Overall, good job!
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