It's fantastic, the last skiers are heading down the slopes. I'm finally alone, all alone, it's gone quiet and I'm enjoying the feeling of solitude. It was a beautiful sunny winter afternoon, as usual I had taken the last gondola to the top and now I am sitting on the highest mountain. My gaze falls on the mountains glowing in the sunset. From my backpack I get the extra for this pre-turned joint and ignite it. The first train scratches spicy in my throat I inhale very deeply and leave the smoke in my lungs, now I exhale.
My head becomes free and empty. I feel a wave of relaxation spreading from my head over my whole body. Above me, a large bird of prey circles and I watch it. He seems majestic, I feel his power, his calm, his balance and imagine to float with him through the air. I have smoked the joint and take another sip of hot tea. It is slowly dawning and I have to make my way down to the valley.
I love it so much to make the last descent of the day on a lonely slope. I know the path, have glided down it a thousand times, know every little hump. In my mind I see myself swinging down the slope, I have found my rhythm, felt my track and close my eyes, because this way I can feel the snow around me, the clouds above me and the huge mountains, even better. I stand up and get into my bindings, the soft click as I get on, increases my anticipation for this descent. I close my eyes, push off hard with my ski poles and begin to glide. It has become cold and the snow under me, is covered by a thin layer of ice, which makes a wonderful sound on the edges of my skis with each new turn. I feel good, am one with my skis, feel the muscle tension in my legs, have the feeling to fly, to float.
