- posted: December 02 @ 8:06am
Two years he waited. Broken knee, impossible. The snow came down, it piled up, it melted... another year came and went. This time he did his work, he healed, he would be ready. Now, he waits for only the hum of the lifts, and he would be back on the mountain, making clumsy, awkward, uncontrolled turns through the powdered deep.