It's school time once again so it means
the ski season has ended. It's kind of sad since that means the ice
is gone. I'm not really much into skiing but the view of ski
mountains is simply breath taking. I am a big fan of the snow.
It all started when I met somebody who
taught me that 'french fries' technique in skiing, which is kind
of funny but great. Time seemed to run fast when I'm with him –
whether in our skiing sessions or other things. I felt like I was at
my best in skiing that time, and falling about three to seven times
didn't really matter.
Okay, school. I'm back to writing term
papers and home works. It doesn't really matter... if it weren't
because of the wonderful memories the snow and skiing has given me,
or this sadness I feel whenever I think about him...
I'm looking forward to the next season for a chance to see him...