Ski Bum Soul

Sometimes life moves too fast.
Rushing and racing
From home to work to the bar to the hill
Trying to hold onto the reigns
Of something you never had control over in the first place.
Your Soul.
It hides away slowly,
Always ready 
For a soul filling adventure
One where you close your eyes, put on your skis and let the mountain take you where it will,
Through the woods
Through the fields
Listening to your soul
And for once - following it.
May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You, Merisa