Silent Hill
Off the ski left, we both grab each others arms,
laughing so carelessly with our cheeks so flushed with every shade of red and pink you can think of.
We fall and tumble,
strapping our boots to our boards we turn to each other, giving the signal of initiation to glide down the mountain.
Wind in our faces, the crunching of snow and the silent hill, all bring peace to our loud, running minds.
She stops and lays face up, looking at the wide, white sky with her hazel-brown eyes. I don’t know what she’s thinking,
All I know is, we share the same love that lives in the sky.













