Descriptive Essay about skiing.

The morning air brought chills across the land. Trees shook and snow flurried about the ground creating the mountain smog. The cold metal of the chair lift endured the morning breeze comfortably, while the two on it sat silently tucking themselves away from the frigid air. Puffs of clouds rose from both of their mouths as they breathed in the rejuvenating gusts, only to disappear from sight within a few seconds. The quiet breath of …

…and creeped onto the slope. The snow squeaked as if laughing with delight with each turn the skier made. A mask of serenity overcame them as they looked on and let their legs do the work for them. New lift sitters watched the skiers with envy, who looked like ants from such a distance. The mountain had delivered its gift to the companions and reassured its majestic wonders. It was truly a solitude worth seeking.