Starting to miss snowboarding.
The winter is hands down the best month. I can cope with it. The heat just makes me more aggravated. The smell of cold air in the morning as you load up the car simply gives me something to look forward to. I miss the feeling of excitement when scoping lines from the lift. Looking down the first empty slope. The moment on the tranny. Jokes with my dad. Everything about it. It lets me not give a fuck. It was the one thing that really kept me going. When is winter?





