It was ***Frost***, here's the whole poem:
Let me tell you about a feeling. The feeling that you get when you step out your door the first day of the season, snowboard/skis in hand and a smile on your face. This feeling startes with exitement, then excitement turns to happiness as you step off the lift into the frech snow of a new day, a new season and year. This is the feeling that, after six or seven months of wating, life is about to begin again. Then fear steps in as the adrenaline pumps through your body when you take your first drop, first jump, do your first flip of the year. Your emotions quickly turn to satisfaction and amazment as you land and clear the snow from your goggles.
No feeling can match that feeling with the coming of the frost. The Frost, the message the winter send you. It says 'It's ok, I am on my way, let the sun no longer scorch you, and the sun no longer nurn your skin.. I am coming, I am coming.'...
I'll wait for you,
And that's it. I'm surprised someone got it.
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