he enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier looked like dollhouses a child might play with. The towering smokestacks of the factories wou ld not have caught my eye had it not been for the tiny stream of gray emerging from them. At this distance, the smoke spiraled upward like tree branches reaching for the sky. The air was raw and stung me through my many layers of clothing. There was snow all around me. It was on the trail and in the trees. There was so much white, that my eyes became blinded by so much absence of color. It was too cold to remain at the top forever, so I decided to make my run. I gave a strong push with my poles, starting my skis sliding gently across the snowy terrain. I kept my speed slow in order to feel out the mountain and its changing conditions. Ahead of me lay a carpet of virgin, white snow totally untouched by other skiers. A skier's dream. The steepness of the mountain increased my speed as the cold air whistled past my ears. I edged my skis which responded to perfection , cutting into the snow and tracking a

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