All I could hear
was the swoosh of my skis
and the sound of my breath.
When I stopped
I was wrapped in silence
Skiing today at Todd Lake near Mt. Bachelor, Oregon
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All I could hear
was the swoosh of my skis
and the sound of my breath.
When I stopped
I was wrapped in silence
Skiing today at Todd Lake near Mt. Bachelor, Oregon
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Yes, that is exactly what it is like! It has been so long since I have experienced that.
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Pure zen.
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This is such a lovely post, both poetry and photos.
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