Skiing

By Elise Beiser

I feel the freezing cold breeze brush against my face. The air is no longer invisible. Instead, it is filled with white. I look around and see the silhouettes of adventurers hidden by the snow. I hear the voices of my companions debating about which path to take. The objects under my feet are pulling me down; keeping me from walking like a normal human being. I look up to see dark shadows departing overhead. The air is returning to its original state of invisibility. I start to see the blue of a ginormous lake painting the landscape. I see the surrounding mountains who keep me from escape. I push the poles in my frozen hands into the ground, and I ski away from the beautiful landscape and into the hidden world under the trees.