Beautiful Days Part 2

You decide to take a break from the beach. You head back to your cabina and grab your gear and the snowboard that Burgertime gave you and then head for the slopes. This place is Paradise so naturally the slopes begin where the beach ends. Naturally. You hop on the Ganjola and make your way to the top. Down below there's about 3600 feet of fresh pow pow with your name on it, maybe 2 1/2 feet deep, so you set your bindings back about an inch and a half then start your descent. You feel IT right away. Time is lost. Existence is lost. You think about everything and nothing as your board glides easy through the soft white. The sun burns bright and your legs burn brighter and you just ride and ride and ride. It's all there... performance art, poetry and motion, escapism and bliss and novel and familiar all bundled up into one perfect little sacred eternity. It is the moments you live for. It is the moment you live for. Because the world makes sense on a board. At the bottom you stop. Your head is clear and your legs are on fire and you feel good. Really good. You step out then pick up your board and head over to that smokey little bar for a couple of Vin Chaud's. The hot wine warms the soul. You are hungry and you order the Raclette and it's exactly what you need after your beautiful day on the mountain. Fuel of cheese and meat, potato and pickle. You eat and think about all those freshly layed tracks. When you're finished you head back to your cabina, drop off your gear and the snowboard that Burgertime gave you, then walk to the beach with a big fucking smile on your face.