Powdery White Flakes

I'm on a ski-lift, ascending to a higher altitude, up the mountainside.  Snow banks of powdery white flakes lie beneath my dangling feet and more gently falls from the sky above.  Tall uniform pine trees tower above the horizon and distant blue skies and the sun's glowing beams of light send sparkling diamonds across the reflecting ground.  At the end of the lift, I brace myself.  I turn and being to descend down the pure slopes.  It is so picturesque, I think to myself.  So beautiful that words can't describe it.  As my skis plow a path, a dust of snow sprays up on either side of me as I weave around the trees and follow the trail.  :)  The rush of adrenaline and the overwhelming scenery fills my soul and all too soon I've reached the bottom, ready to conquer all.