Stop and write about “go back to the same little apartment” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. ---- The cold air touching your face, the sound of the engine revving, faint smells of gasoline, fresh untouched snow, freshly laid groomed trails, clear blue skies, trees bowing from being covered in snow, the echoes of engines through the silence outdoors, thrill of no speed limit, maneuvering through the windy trails, almost feels like a fantasy and the machine you and become one, the skis slicing the snow like a knife, swirling flake left behind you, beautiful landscape when looking ahead, a landscape covered in white it feels as if you’re in a dream, arriving at a T and choosing a new adventure, the sights of a restaurant, sounds of laughter and conversation, warmth of hot cocoa, taste of fresh food, all while surrounded by people you love, all the feels, a sport with a sense of freedom, joy, laughter, a feeling you can’t put into words many times.