A lone snowflake drifts its way down among its brethren.
Chilled to the core, yet surrounded on all sides by familiar warmth.
Entwined among each pattern is the innate desire to land among men.
For it is in their midst that magic takes a breath.
Snow so white it glows blue. A hue not even rays of gold can subdue.
Drawn to this majestic canvas, trimmed with green, the path carved by the boarder's heart is seen.
Oh, behold this season where nature and man form a mutual pact.
Take hold of your gear and spark the ignition, it is sin to hold back!
A lone figure, blended as one with the mountain's silence, glides on fields of white and past rivers of cedar as a solitary snowflake, unnoticed, yet surely there, comes to its final rest on a welcoming shoulder.