Skiing

We drove 4 hours south last night just to escape the cold,

Arriving almost at midnight, a tale best left untold.

We got up after half a wink to freeze our fingertips

Trying to stuff are feet in boots made to withstand the Blitz.

And then the star aligned (just one) enough to make it pleasant,

We traced upon the sheeted earth a sinusoidal crescent.

I recorded, for a lark, the last run, camera lifted.

And was rewarded marvelously when Alyssa biffed it.

Note, there was supposed to be some kind of spliced video, but my laptop wasn't remotely up to the task.