THE STORM
As I got off the chairlift, a wave of stress flooded through my body. An immense grey cloud
began to conquer my surroundings. A snowstorm was approaching me.
After skiing all day, The idea of stopping soon was obvious to me, even if it wasn't a
desirable one. However, Out of an impulse decision, a chairlift was carrying me to the top of
the mountain. Hoping to see a picturesque view from the top of the mountain was a plan in
my head. Despite my wishes, the concept of enjoying the scenery and panorama was
suddenly crushed. I got up from the chairlift, and instantly regretted the decision. I was going
on the wrong path and accidentally went to the largest and most dangerous mountain. Then,
more than anything, I wished the safety and comfort of my hotel room were near me.
“Too late,” I thought to myself.
I was agitated due to the size of the intimidating mountain. Getting out of the frightening
situation was the only thing on my mind, but there was only one way to escape, and that was
to ski to the very bottom. At that moment, the feeling of isolation and exclusion took over my
body.
The wildness of the storm increased as time passed, and the cold air crushed my lungs
every time I breathed. The white fog created from the storm invaded my eye vision, making it
impossible to see any of my icy, snowy surroundings.
In a state of denial, I began questioning my reality while standing, petrified like a statue,
slowly freezing to death. This wasn't happening, was it? How am I ever going to get out of
this mountain? Is this the end?
Suddenly, the cold breeze catapulted me back into a state of rationality. If getting out of there
was desirable to me, acting fast was the solution for surviving.
Neglecting my irrational thoughts, I began thinking of an answer. Finally, I knew what to do.
I removed the skis off my feet and brought them to my chest and stomach. I carefully laid off
the white snow at the beginning of the skiing slope, and without reflecting about it twice, I
began tumbling down the path to the bottom of the mountain.
I couldn’t help but notice the hardness and firmness of the snow as I rolled down, leading me
to conclude that future bruises would occupy my cold, delicate skin. Minutes and after
minutes, I was still spinning, yet was incapable of stopping.
Unexpectedly I began rolling horizontally, meaning the mountain slope ended.
Instantaneously, the spinning of my head stopped. It took me a few seconds to progress
what happened, leaving me with a sense of disorientation. A feeling of overwhelmedness
overcame my body due to the intense ride. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. I stared at
the grey, gloomy sky and verbalized: "I made it"
I survived the storm.