Hitting the Slopes


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Austin Lustig


Early in the morning I riseand out in the snow my family goeslike a blaze down the mountain.


Overnight snow piledresting heavily on pinesNow the sun risesSetting the landscape aglow


Sounds are sparse, blissRedolent of a time before humanityAncient sky, today’s sky,Indiscernible


Like a magpie glides through elder treesTime stands still for all but meI am alone, Alone with everyoneThe mountain is mine, the mountain is ours